Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Insomnia Trek Continues
I’m loathe to admit it, but I think I’m addicted to
chocolate sugar insomnia.
Today’s treat was an entire book playing out in my head. Don’t you just hate it when that happens?
I wish there were a cure for insomnia. And, no…having a frontal lobotomy is not the cure.
That would make about as much sense as selling Star Wars to Disney….um…
What kinds of thing roil in the head of an insomniac?
What do dogs dream about?
Can a dog be sarcastic?
What if Darth Vader were my boss?
What if horses could fly?
Is Earth a 3rd rate planet?
What is the origin of the universe?
Ah, were it that simple. Probably more along these lines:
Since I’m a writer, I tend to become confused about quantum mechanics
Well, sleep isn’t coming anytime soon. I have another book to start writing. Not that I’m a Hemingway, it’s just that writing is such fun, and a great way to reduce stress.