soporific speculations
last night i couldn't fall asleep. i think it was a result of the 4 hour nap i took in the afternoon that was the result of mixing benadryl and skelaxin. not because i am an XCORE drug user, but becasue i am allergic to my cat and i have the back of an 85 year-old man. So i really couldn't sleep at all, so i decided to go into uncharted territory and do something i had never done before: count sheep. It was all going well, numbers 1-5 were jumping over the fence. But then my sheep got like 10 kinds of antsy and started going way too fast and eventually it was all a wooly blur. My sheep are remarkably impatient and it required immense and might i mention exhausting effort of the mind to keep them from all jumping way too fast. I suppose the idea that my sheep won't wait to be counted should sort of be analogous to the way in which i am going to live my life (on the wild side), but i have yet to see how.