Thursday

April 4, 2007

I hate the type of insomnia I suffer. By the time I realize that I'm not going to get any sleep, it's much too late to do anything about it. I'm left with the dilemma of what kind of haze I want for the next day: the kind where the ambien is still kicking in or the kind where I am slow because I have had an hour or less of sleep. Today, I chose the latter, which allowed me to use the adjective drag-ass repeatedly (as in, I'm all drag-ass today).

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