Welcome to Insomniac theater!
one thirty. Gotta be up by six. No idea why I can’t get to sleep, other than being stuck in the middle of implementing some new ya-ya software that is the equvalent of driving a Chevette when you are used to a Testarossa and you minimally need a Mustang Cobra.
I’m so verklemmt over this bullshit I don’t know what to do- besides try to get some sleep, which is, so far eluding me. Of course, i could be in Acidman’s shoes, but at least if he could GET to sleep he could STAY sleeping, I have a full day tomorrow. or, today, really.
An austrolapithicene computer geek? Who woulda thunk it?
Og- 4 fingers of Highland Park single malt scotch whisky. No ice, straight up. A few sips to savour, and gulp the rest. See ya in the morning.
BTW…this exact remedy was used by Sir Winston Churchill himself when he couldn’t get to sleep over worrying about Germans, British casualties, and selling his soul to those arrogant Yanks. Hope the work day went well.
Cheers,
Jim
Sleep? What’s that?
sleep? What’s that?
That eleven-hour marathon snooze I took on Tuesday night either was: A) A complete anomaly or B) Enough sleep to…
Actually, if i drink hard liquor, I tend to end up in jail, bleeding, picking broken glass out of my hair and other people’s skin out of my teeth.