A Chronicle of Sleep

Insomnia becomes a friend
2 hours of sleep has become sufficient. Of course now dreams seem like reality and reality seems like a dream. My thought process has been diluded to things that are seemingly un-related becoming the same topic. I related cart wheels to world war... meaning there was only one thing worse than not being able to do a cart wheel, and that was world war. I can do a cart wheel by the way.

Remember that?
I stayed up all night the other night. It probably wasn't good for me, but I did it anyways. I got in the state you get when you're really tired and everything is funny. So, naturally, prank calls ensued... we called the tae-bo ordering number. I asked if the point of it was a large black man comes to my house, force feeds me and beats me up. We also called up the electric tooth brush ordering number, and I asked if I stuck it in my rectum I would be greeted with brief pleasure followed by excruitiating pain. It was a good night of no sleeping.

I have a sister, apparently
I had a dream that my girlfriend was related to me. It was weird, because the way I found out was she was in a picture with my grandpa. There was no relation confirmation, but it was an assumption. It was weird, I think that because people tell me I look like my girlfriend I had this dream.

Got close once again
I have this problem. It isn't a big probelm, it is just a problem. I can't have a sex dream. I have never had a sex dream. The problem lies in that I always come extremely close to it. I'm always about to score... but something wacky happens. A prime example is that last night I watched a little of the movie "Dr. Stranglove", I was about to score... then I got a call. I needed to go to the pentagon and help out with the bomb run. So alas I didn't score.But that probably isn't as weird as when I was having a dream I was about to take a very important test, and to make sure I focused on the test, the teaher sat next to me with a monkey dressed up on his lap.

There's no business like sleep
I want to get paid to sleep. They could hook up all those weird suction cups to me... as long as none went near my genitals. I think I will get good sleep tonight... if not...I will get good sleep tommorow afternoon. Except for I usually fall asleep during the simpsons... which is weird. Because I can stay awake for CNN at the wee hours of the morning... but during my favorite show.. I zonk (yes, zonk) out.

CNN burgles my slumber
CNN kept me up till 8 in the morning. I didn't slep much, they had a story on John Rocker in New York, then on the pill, then about something else... then breaking news hit about disneyworld having a hostage situation... I shouldn't watch CNN so much.