To quote Lisa Carver...

...drugs are nice.

When we were still in college Monk first told me about modafinil. Since its early days as a French military pharmaceutical experiment, modafinil has become a successful anti-narcoleptic. The most recent exposure I had to the drug was as a flash card held by Dr. Foreman on House, the episode called "Forever", as he struggled to relearn his neurological drugs after the brain biopsy performed on him by Dr. Cameron earlier in "Euphoria, Part II". In short, modafinil is like a pill that replaces your need to sleep. Not suppresses, like some stimulants like caffeine and cocaine. It replaces it, with no ill effects like jitters or the need to hit the disco floor while wearing platform shoes and bell bottom pants.

Me wanty.

Of course, this just seems like a chemical dependency problem waiting to happen, so I'm not likely to actually start trying to score this wonderful, magical pill anytime soon. But deep down, I seriously want to get my hands on this stuff.

Better living through chemistry? Sadly, no. Drugs aren't going to replace a good night's sleep for a variety of reasons, even if they can ever produce a drug that performs all the same overnight neurochemical alchemy that hitting the hay does. There is much to be said for the power of dreams and dreaming (so I hear), and, frankly, I don't want to feel obligated to be a 24-hour productivity person just to stay competitive. I can feel that it's going to happen, but I don't have to like it.

I'm going to go to bed, and dammit, I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts.