Things I don’t get – Right Kind Of Sleep

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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 …

Voices In My Head – To Run Or Not To Run That Is The Question

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!

Avoid Dark Alleys And Muskrats

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.

If I Had Friends

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– I would call them every day

– I would feel more like a human being

– I would never ever let them go again

– I could show off with them

Damn, I could be so happy, I guess.