Last night I remembered one of the reasons I liked drinking to excess — you never lay awake at night thinking about all the things you have to do. I think the biggest concern I had was why am I sleeping on my bathroom floor but I was out before I could really give it any thought.
I toss and turn every night thinking of all the things to do at work and home. The last time I saw the clock it was 12:52. But, in the morning, when the alarm goes off, I have no trouble pushing a button and going right back to sleep — multiple times. Perhaps I should set my alarm for 11:00 at night and then I would go right to sleep after hitting the snooze alarm.
Well the sun is out, and that makes me feel good. Of course, once I get to work I won’t be able to see the sun unless it is streaming through the windows of some big wig’s office. I should stand in front of their door and pull out my Oliver or Tiny Tim accent “Please sir, may I stand in your stream of light. It might help me cure my scurvy.” Then perhaps I could get a small bowl of gruel and go back to my station. Oh well, as another famous redhead once said – it’s a hard knock life.