I can't sleep - Last night I couldn't sleep - Friday night I couldn't sleep - Thursday night I couldn't sleep. Over the last 4 days, I've been averaging about 3 & 1/2 hours of sleep per night (more accurately early to mid-morning).
It's 5 in the morning on Monday (I post-dated this entry because I'm still convinced that it's Sunday until I can fall asleep). I keep making valiant efforts to get to sleep, but it just doesn't seem to be working. I go to bed at a reasonable hour and just lie there for what seems to be an eternity before I give up and head back out to try and medicate myself to get to the land of dream.
It doesn't fucking work. Since 3AM, I've consumed 1 Valium, 1 T3, 2 Benadryl, and 4 glasses of Staroplzenecky Absinthe - I'm still wide fucking awake, and coherent enough to type this.
I don't even have the benefit of Abraham Lincoln and a wise-cracking beaver to keep me company in my deprivation (ala the PhRMA ads)- All I have is a flatulent Labrador at my foot and a soused wop snoring away on the couch and reeking up the living room.
I was fucking robbed. Where's my Dead President and anthropomorphic mammal? If I got to pick, I'd totally go with Teddy Roosevelt and a platypus with an Ulster Scottish dialect. That would so fucking rock.
I really do need sleep. Fuck.