I need my Sandman (can I request a Sandwoman?).  Ah, yes, the ramblings of delirium.  I shall leave this up even after I've had enough sleep and I read it over again realizing I was tapping out drivel on the edge of the cliff of dream deprivation.
I'm so tired I can't tell if that last sentence sounds poetic or pathetic.  I'm going to bet on pathetic because I seriously doubt that I can be poetic with so little mind left.  And I have come to the resounding conclusion that dreaming is a bodily necessity.  Okay, not exactly.  I might look like Death, but I'm nowhere near it.  I'm well fed, watered and can still stand up straight, albeit with a slight lilt that portends a wont of drunkenness.  
Portends?  Wont?  Where do I get these words of old?  Of that, I am not certain.  What I am certain of, however is that my soul is elder to by body.  My soul feels as though it hath lived a thousand years and the desire to follow the path of love, hope and prosperity is strong in her.  Which is why, I believe, I have followed my true self finally and fallen in love with the one who has stolen my heart from me.  She walks on the path of hope and I walk beside her on the path of prosperity.  Together we create the path of love.
Damn, I do ramble.  I shall get a laugh out of this in a day or three.  And now I've gone all mushy on top of it!
Time to go bathe Elektra and then read to the kids (The Hobbit is a little over half way done now).  Then, in half an hour, I will shower, dry, and take some melatonin.  
I have gotten to a point of sleep deprivation now, where if I don't take a sleep aid, I will lie awake for hours again.
Here I am Sandwoman, blow your sleep dust in my eyes and take me to dreamworld!
 
 
My friend, do you need a safe haven in the land of MaloneysBaloneys? I will take care of you and surely you will sleep...
ReplyDeleteLove you, my friend. And if I need it, I will be calling upon you and your couch. :)
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