Et plubius et delirium
That means absolutely nothing other than to show just how awake and goofy I'm feeling, yet so tired and brain-drained. So how in the heck does counting sheep help you to fall asleep? I mean, why sheep? And what's the purpose of it? Are you just supposed to keep counting til you lose track and eventually, out of utter BOREDOM, fall asleep? 1...2...3...ummm...no, not helping. Hmmm, I tried it, and it doesn't work... Shit, I'll coun't the freakin little bumps on my ceiling if it would help me fall asleep, but it's just not working. I mean, if there was more to do right now, like if I had work or something, or there were other people up @ this time, I wouldn't be complaining so much. The torturing thing about bouts with insomnia, is that you're in the ring with that sucker...alone. No one else is up w/ you...sheesh, what I wouldn't give for some nice sedatives right about now...wait a second, what about that Nitol stuff...I remember the commercial said something like, "Nitol, to help you get your zzz's." I wonder if that stuff is even still around, I think that was like 15 years ago or something. Plus, I'm too freakin lazy to get my lil tail off to the pharmacy to pick some up, even if it did exist still. So here sit, another hour slowly creeping by, as I hear the "tick-tock" of the clock in the dining room...the sounds of keys being pressed drilling into my head, wind outside the window, and the refridgerator making that strange noise it always makes(do ALL fridges do that?). Just went pee and drank some water...hmmm, maybe I shouldn't have done that, that's not such a smart thing to do...fill the bladder right back up after you empty it...nice one Jay. Time to go lay down and count some bumps...oooh, maybe I'll count...well how about that, I lost my own thought mid-thought...and that is a signal that I need to stop writing...