That's the name of a poem by William Cullen Bryant.
I read it. Once. A decade ago, in high school. But my brain has been replaying the word "thanatopsis" over and over again at all hours of the day and night since about last Friday.
I think it's the product of sleep deprivation.
As a side note, this poem is about death.
I do not think you can die from sleep deprivation. But it feels like you can.
P.S. I have a really, really good baby. He just likes to eat a lot.
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Wow, you remember high school? I don't remember anything about high school except the TEVA Troopers and Matt's obsession with briefcases and wheelchairs (in that order).
postscript - Congrats on the really, really, good baby.
Be careful. If you keep feeding him he'll end up as big as Chad!...and then he'll be big enough to sleep through the night at 7 weeks old. Yah, you heard that right!
Oh, I feel your pain! I hope you get sleep soon.
If you come to Denver at Christmas you can bring your baby over here and I'll watch him while you take a nap!
I think you can die from sleep deprivation. Definitely. Please don't die.
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