I'll sleep when I'm dead.

I am tired.

I am dragging

Last night I went to the theater

with the crazies.

It was The Producers.

The crowd was in hysterics.

Everyone was cackling.

I was asleep.

I kept nodding off.

I near snapped my neck

more than once.

I tried to appear coherent

but they said they were aware 

of my narcolepsy.

Maybe the drool was an indication.

I like to throw money down a hole.

It is how I roll.

I buy a ticket

just to sleep

in an itty-bitty crummy seat.

Today I kept all the big monkeys.

I nodded off reading to Caroline.

I laid down by Everett so he'd nap

and I dozed off.

I was in and out of consciousness

sitting on the couch

while they napped 

and Aubrie played Pet Shop.

I have a to-do list for tonight

and I need to be up for my usual

2am - 4am

blog reading and 

viewing of the old sitcom The Nanny.

Looks like coffee and more coffee

may need to be on the dinner menu.

As Stuart always says

No rest for the wicked and

the righteous don't need it.
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