Like Being Drunk, But Less Social
I really need sleep. The uninterrupted kind I have heard talk of. Not eight collective hours. I need eight consecutive hours of restful, cough-free REM.
Otherwise I am inclined to write unedited posts like this.
Sleep, I have read, is necessary for our mental health. Without good mental health, things begin to slip. When things slip it is possible that someone will completely forget:
1. Back to School Night (an evening for good mothers to demonstrate their love and dedication to higher learning for their progeny.)
2. To return books, papers, forms, sign-this materials.
3. To make motel or camping reservations for our robotic weekend in Lost Wages, Nevada
4. Floss teeth and pluck eyebrows... it seems my sinuses are not the only things congested around here.
5. Choose a school. Hope the school chooses us. Then enroll someone in a kindergarten.
When things slip it is possible that someone will be attracted to reckless ventures and irresponsible impulses:
1. Buy an egg incubator and hatch chicks.
2. Buy chicks.
3. Adopt a kitten and a hedgehog.
4. Drive to Oregon.
5. Get something dyed or lifted, tucked, sucked, or removed.
6. Give up.
7. Say what I really think.