I just could not get to sleep last night. I might have fallen asleep around 2:30 but woke up after I had a horrible dream. This morning in the shower I washed my hair with my deodorant soap. I’m glad I don’t have a job where I could hurt someone because I’m a walking zombie.
Why couldn’t I sleep — I kept thinking of all the things I had to do at work and at home and how was I going to plug that oil leak and where did I put my winning lottery ticket and what is the exact chemical formula that will cure cancer and how can I bring peace to the world and, most importantly, is there a better way to arrange the furniture in my living room? I will be expecting my Nobel Prize letter to arrive any day now.