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@ The Crazies 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.

Ash 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.


Unknown said...

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

Maybe you just need a good dose of sunshine!