Need more sleep.

[digital_opium]

Dear Brain,

I went to bed early. Lights out, in bed, snoozing away.

I was being good.

Why do you insist on only letting me get a couple of hours of sleep? I'm tired. See? Yawning.

I know there's stress. It will get better soon.

Stop with the nightmares about tornados and moving, and packing rooms of furniture and crap that doesn't exist. It's getting old.

I've had it. Let me sleep or I'm going on strike.

No love,

Me

P.S. That last dream about the pretty boys in cowboy hats a la a certain upcoming movie? That one you can rerun anytime.

Comments

[kittydesade.livejournal.com]

I'd like to borrow that dream. It's certainly better than the one I had last night about rushing all over the place trying to save people from some sort of super-flu biologic warfare thing.

[digital-opium.livejournal.com]

You may also borrow that dream. It's much better than the ones about moving, where I have realized at the last minute that there are about a bazillion rooms that have yet to be packed. And every time I finish, there's a door behind some piece of furniture to another room, that, you guessed it! Hasn't been packed.

An interesting variation on my house of never-ending rooms dream.