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I never thought sleeping was a hard business – I kept falling asleep a lot in school.
But nowadays I seem to have severe problems in that department …
Monday: couldn’t sleep because I was freezing – too lazy to get up and grab another blanket
Tuesday: was sleeping with two blankets – too stupid to get rid of one during my nightmares, thanks to severe sweating dehydrated to some state of unconsciousness
Wednesday: went to bed early – big mistake should’ve had some dinner first, very hungry, in fact to hungry to get up and have midnight snack
Thursday: ate a lot so I wouldn’t suffer empty stomach – good idea carried out poorly, had to go to the bathroom every hour or so, not much sleep apart from the hour I doze off while on the john
Friday: severe insomnia caused by panic attacks whenever I saw my bed – took some valerian drops and slept on the sofa
I can’t help thinking I’m doing something fundamentally wrong here …
I can’t take it anymore, can you take it?
I feel the walls are closing in on me.
This is vile and humiliating.
Who the f… are you, anyway?
I’m the one telling you to relax! Good lord, just a couple more minutes and we’re done.
Getting a hair cut is not lethal – damn, cramp in my calf, help me quick gotta get outta here, NOW!
The whole thing is hopeless.
They’re gonna getcha.
You better run now as long as you can, that’s not paranoid, it’s reasonable.
No use getting up this week, so if I just stay in bed, nobody will bother me with anything.
Ahhh, come on rain drops are not that lethal!
It was definitely the wrong turn to take.
I was lost, it was so dark, wet, and creepy.
Believe me there are better places for loitering.
This shifty little bugger snitched my pen.
It’s a pen, so what, get another one damnit – you say?
That objection seems reasonable, at first!
You must know:
I hang on to it for sentimental reasons.
I wouldn’t make a fuzz about it – but it was my favorite – I snitched it from my math teacher once.
So, you see it’s imperative I get it back.
My precious, my treasure … *cough* … sorry fishbone stuck in my throat.
Don’t let the fluffy furiness ensnare you – there is a criminal mind at work.
Have you seen this muskrat?
Current residence of the fugitive unknown.
Any relevant information will be appreciated.
But not rewarded!
Does anyone know if you turn into something weird, after being bitten by a muskrat?
I was never into that superhero thing.
I’m having déjà-vu after déjà-vu, driving me crazy.
Daylight saving time a natural killer of brain cells.
I have constantly the feeling of: been there done that.
I’m confused, at times I forget what day it is – I’m stuck on Sunday, I deny the existence of Mondays.
Getting out of bed, taking a shower, having breakfast – I could swear I’ve done that before!
I have no idea how many breakfast-coffees I had today, or yesterday, or the day before, but I’m trembling.
I guess, my shaking body might be some sort of alarm signal.
What would Captain Picard do, Mr. Spock suggest, or Dr. McCoy prescribe?
Daylight saving time – I’d rather save my sanity than daylight – there’s a new day every day, but you’re only given a limited amount of brain cells.
The mailman resembles Data more from day to day – I guess I watched too many episodes of …
… damn I can’t remember!
Well, probably I’m just tired, I should get me a coffee.
As I’ve become a major subject of interest in my neighborhood, lately, I get a lot of invitations to drop by for a visit.
I figured a nice housewarming present will never fail, so I brought along my famous:
The noble cockroach, had already claimed the whole territory, as far as I could tell.
The place could have used a bit of improvement.
No sighting of the kids, though.
They’re hiding – just shy I guess – they’ll come out when the fire alarm goes off.
I acted immediately.
After all, things tend to look better, when given a good wash …
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Yes, yes and yes! Romance is the proof that someone we love actually cares for us. I want yellow-little-post-it-love-notes-too, dammit. If you’re wondering what the hell I’m talking about click here – and cry – I did!
But, I’m in such a desperate state already, that I would take the Rice Krispies, too. What does that mean? I’m confused myself…
No Rice Krispies = No Love = No Life ?
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Let’s try it again.
Love + Romance = Rice Krispies ???
Not sure *scratch my head, think harder*
For me it’s probably more like:
Rice Krispies + Fortune Cookies = Happy for a while
No, don’t tell me, is it animal, mineral or from outer space?
Who died in there?
Is it supposed to be, so wet?
Uhh, I can’t eat that, I’m tryin to cut back, I guess!
There are still some changes in my will, when I’m done I’ll get back to you.
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A good night’s sleep without a nightmare.