Status Sleepless

As is happening more frequently and apparently is affecting my routine, it must be mentioned. I cannot sleep well. It is not constant--more sporadic than anything. I wonder if that has anything to do with spores in the first place? I didn't invite any to hang out with me! Frankly, I don't believe they have any place in my room. And even more so, I don't think they even exist. Now what?

I sat awake last night, heart pounding, day-haha-dreaming. I couldn't stop my mind from meandering in and around a certain subject. What is that subject you might ask? It would be my impending doom or possible bliss. If only it were that black and white!

I tried desperately or half-heartedly (depending on your opinion) to clear my mind and sleep. I also tried some other things to regain unconsciousness. Nothing. Or should I say Something kept me awake. Max has only been gone a two days and yet it feels like 2 months or weeks or something else that is longer than 2 days. My eyes are burning from lack of sleep. Blah. Perhaps I should tell a story? Ok. That will keep me awake--haha--NOW I'm trying to stay awake. This is gay.

ahem.

Maybe I watch too many old movies. That could be it. Perhaps I rely a bit too much on the unknown. I don't believe in aliens, so that can't be it. Hey, you know how some people with amputations say they can still feel their severed limb? The phantom hand or foot. I wish that Max had an extra hand and it could be severed and I was the one who had the feeling of his phantom hand. I would hold his hand whenever I wanted to. Haha. Ok, even that is a bit weird for me! I was going to tell a story. blah.

ahem.

Once upon a time there was a turtle named Nimby. He was uber-obsessed with oatmeal. He didn't want raisins, milk, or sugar added to it because he said it masked the oatmeal's purity. He was also a senator for New Hampshire, but we won't hold that against him. Nimby had a bit much to drink one night and decided to declare his love of Fraggle Rock to the masses--namely to his mother Namby, she afterall was his only listener. One bubble came and went, then nothing. Its not his fault, you know. He was just a car salesman.
The End.