This blog is being posted later than I wanted.

Why? Because I slept in. No, not until 5 p.m. - my alarm clock fritzed during the night and I just reaped the benefits until about noon. And since then I have been racing to keep up with my day. And I am now getting around to the blog - which I wanted to post by 10 a.m.

What does this have to do with journalism, you ask? Well, I will take this opportunity to quote my personal poet laureate Nas: "I don't sleep, because sleep is the cousin of death."

I think journalists have adopted this mantra. Most I know rarely sleep: Working throughout the day, catching up with family or friends in the evening and then, when everyone else have gone to bed, staying up late and warming to the glow of the laptop light.

So why doe we consider a 6-hour rest over-sleeping? Do we work to hard? It's a North-American trend to pack in 12-hour days. So part of the journalist's sleepless life is a reflection of the people he or she covers. The other part, I believe, is our need to know.

The downside is journalists have a tendency to remove themselves from the world. They hang out with other journalists. We know about the world because we read about it, and not enough because we experience it. Don't get me wrong. I know all journalists aren't asocial recluses, who never go anywhere. But we don't need to be journalists all the time.

Sleeping threw off my whole day. But I feel rested for the first time in a while. The lesson I am taking is it is okay to take a break.

So you should too. Right now. Seriously, stop reading this.