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There are MANY things I should be posting about right now... well no, there are many things I WANT to be posting about right now but I am like a small overtired child and they would all be much less cheerful than they should and so instead I am going to share with you a rather fabulous passage from one of Dorothy Parker's short stories:And what suggestion has anyone to murmur as to how I am going to drift lightly back to slumber? [...] I really can't be expected to drop everything and start counting sheep, at my age. I hate sheep. Untender it may be in me, but all my life I've hated sheep. It amounts to a phobia, the way I hate them. I can tell the minute there's one in the room. They needn't think that I am going to lie here in the dark and count their unpleasant little faces for them; I wouldn't do it if I didn't fall asleep until the middle of next August. Suppose they never get counted - what's the worst that can happen? If the number of imaginary sheep in this world remains a matter of guesswork, who is richer or poorer for it? No, sir; I'm not their scorekeeper. Let them count themselves, if they're so crazy mad after mathematics. Let them do their own dirty work. Coming around here, at this time of day, and asking me to count them! And not even real sheep, at that. Why, it's the most preposerous thing I ever heard in my life.
from The Little Hours by Dorothy Parker
The whole story is a stream-of-consciousness depiction of the inability to sleep and it's very funny and horribly recognisable!
However I am now off to not count sheep myself so good night all <3
from The Little Hours by Dorothy Parker
The whole story is a stream-of-consciousness depiction of the inability to sleep and it's very funny and horribly recognisable!
However I am now off to not count sheep myself so good night all <3