I am not really an insomniac. It is not an affliction that plagues me on a regular basis. I sometimes wish it were, however, so that I might be better prepared for days like today.
I think I slept about four hours last night. Between the Lumpiest Pillow in the World and constant nagging thoughts about no less than my entire future and the relative meaning of my life so far, plus Wattson poking me in the eye with his paw all night AND a techno dance party raging in the other half of the duplex, I tossed and turned like, um, a big tossing and turning thing.
Why can't I be haunted by circular logic during the daylight hours?
I think I'm going to buy a Chillow.
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