Some days, sleep is no problem.
I’m trying to remember the last time that happened.
I’m munching on baked potato chips at 2 in the morning, wondering if I’ll be able to sleep. Tomorrow is a work day and I have a bazillion things to do (aka 7 reports).
Here I am at work after 2 hours sleep the night before:
Tomorrow…I mean today…this is how you’ll find me:
I won’t bore you any longer…well, that’s not quite true.
I won’t bore you until tomorrow…or the next day.