Sing Me To Sleep
Sleep, that teasing slut, showed up late and left early last night. I will try not to pass out at my keyboard today, but everything is fuzzy and far away. I want sleep. Replacing sleep with chocolate and caffeine does not work any more. Am I getting old? On the plus side, my neck and shoulders have siezed up, so if I do start to nod off, the excruciating pain should wake me before my forehead hits the desk. Sure, there will be some awful screaming for the first few minutes, but it should keep me awake.
