Monday, February 16, 2009

Tuesdays Tribute

So, sleep the past few days has been spotty at best. High levels of stress have brought on this strange, wakeful pattern. So today I tribute the damned, lazy-ass sheep that seem to just want to hang out in my pre-REM phase and graze. No jumping over the moon, or the fence, nothing. How am I to sleep if I can't count you foolishly inactive muttons jumping over something?
So, I will drift off to sleep for a period of time but then find myself kind of an awake but still somewhat dreamy state or insomniactic (it is a word today - because I said) condition. So, being that I am dreaming, I think, I'll go for something good. Going for broke. Something I would never do in real life. Yes, I order a lap dance. Why not? After all I am sleeping/dreaming right? But when the order arrives, well, shall we say, let's all understand why I am not pleased with my somewhat catatonic choice and the result. I guess you get what you pay for as they say.

So, the sheep are on alert. If I cannot count you to help me go to sleep, then stop sending Clarabell the slut cow over to ruin everything. I will go blog or read a book. Good night.

Tuesday's Tribute
Yet Another Jay and Deb Production.


Jenn@mylifewiththecrazies said...

Stopping over from Halftime Lessons... LOVE your tribute! So funny! Great blog! Will be following!

Deb said...

you've officially lost your mind.

this was funny.

Eudea-Mamia said...

Maybe they should send over a nice goat.

Oh, is my Texan showing? Sorry about that.

Sorry about the loss of Zss too!!

Halftime Lessons said...

Try Ambien. Then Try more. Then wash down a third with a fistful of Tylenol PM.

Im not a doctor, but I play one at bedtime.

Great post, T.


Amy@Bitchin'WivesClub said...

Good luck with the sleep thing. Slutty cows never help much.... :)

Maybe you just need a good dose of sunshine!