Sleep Is For Pussies or Sheep are for Plushies?
I wish that I never have to get out of bed for logistical reasons, ever again. "Good luck", I hear my dear dead parents chuckle from another dimension. "Shhuuut uhhhhppp", I reply in my best Ed Norton schitzo voice.
I mean, I love not having to be anywhere at any particular time. I love that no one gets to "suggest" what I should be doing at any given moment. I especially love that, even though I tend to be awake by 8:am, I don't have to worry about waking up in the morning. Then again, I am my own worst boss. My inner voice is a son-of-a-mutha fukah. My self guilt skills are studied by the Catholic and Baptist Churches and incorporated into their manuals for "Controlling The Masses". Thank God I can hit the ignore button. I feel sorry for the sheep.
It's weird. It's downright fucked up, that when you don't have to get up, you could stay up until the wee early recesses of the morning and wake up at 6:am with no problem. But, when you do have to get up, those are the nights that if you don't get to sleep early enough, the next morning is a dreadful process of feeling like shit and trying to convince yourself in the mirror that you can "definitely pull this off".
Killer is in the next room sleeping right now. Shhhhhhh! The poor girl neeeeeeds her sleep. She is such an amazing bundle of energy. It's no wonder she gets all tuckered out. I wish I had that problem. Instead, I suffer from the dreaded "Chinese Water Torture of Sleep" condition. Someone, maybe the Great Ja Allah Buddah God Creator thought it would be funny to watch this poor fucker lie in bed, night-after-night, trying to fall asleep. Maybe this is where the "tag line" for my blog is fucked. A shrink could at least prescribe something for me. The divine one is content to laugh.
On the other hand, I'm on one big assed, expensive vacation right now. "Enjoy it while you can", I rationalize it to myself. Overall, I've been pretty good, though. I don't drink or do anything else Nancy Reagan wouldn't approve of...during the day. I've considered decadent activities, but most of my brahs are at work during the day.
So, I guess I'll go lay my head on my pillow and start counting...hmmmm...you know what shepherds say about sheep? Poor Killer.
I mean, I love not having to be anywhere at any particular time. I love that no one gets to "suggest" what I should be doing at any given moment. I especially love that, even though I tend to be awake by 8:am, I don't have to worry about waking up in the morning. Then again, I am my own worst boss. My inner voice is a son-of-a-mutha fukah. My self guilt skills are studied by the Catholic and Baptist Churches and incorporated into their manuals for "Controlling The Masses". Thank God I can hit the ignore button. I feel sorry for the sheep.
It's weird. It's downright fucked up, that when you don't have to get up, you could stay up until the wee early recesses of the morning and wake up at 6:am with no problem. But, when you do have to get up, those are the nights that if you don't get to sleep early enough, the next morning is a dreadful process of feeling like shit and trying to convince yourself in the mirror that you can "definitely pull this off".
Killer is in the next room sleeping right now. Shhhhhhh! The poor girl neeeeeeds her sleep. She is such an amazing bundle of energy. It's no wonder she gets all tuckered out. I wish I had that problem. Instead, I suffer from the dreaded "Chinese Water Torture of Sleep" condition. Someone, maybe the Great Ja Allah Buddah God Creator thought it would be funny to watch this poor fucker lie in bed, night-after-night, trying to fall asleep. Maybe this is where the "tag line" for my blog is fucked. A shrink could at least prescribe something for me. The divine one is content to laugh.
On the other hand, I'm on one big assed, expensive vacation right now. "Enjoy it while you can", I rationalize it to myself. Overall, I've been pretty good, though. I don't drink or do anything else Nancy Reagan wouldn't approve of...during the day. I've considered decadent activities, but most of my brahs are at work during the day.
So, I guess I'll go lay my head on my pillow and start counting...hmmmm...you know what shepherds say about sheep? Poor Killer.
posted by David Ess at 11:59 AM
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