Mar 21, 2005 02:57
I remember when I used to sleep normal hours. Perhaps "normal" deserves quotes.
I really don't feel like this one is my fault. Yes, I don't drink coffee, but it was an Irish Coffee, and a strong one at that. I figured it was more liquor and whipped cream than caffeine. Plus, I had it some six or seven hours ago with a meal.
Now, not only am I still awake at three in the morning, but I have the queerest sort of stomach discomfort. I don't even know if it is gas... Just a general bloating. Maybe our shitty waiter poisoned my overstuffed baked potato.
Fucking Ruby Tuesdays... You done me wrong again.
Never eat beneath a painting of Napoleon.
the memory of sleep