I’m Headed to Bed

But before I go, I’ve just got to say a couple of things.

1.  It’s wrong how much I enjoy sleeping lately.  Can you become addicted to sleep?  I think a lot about sleep during the day.  I’m not tired now, but I’m going to bed because I enjoy sleeping.  I’m sure the novelty will wear off, but I’m still in the “Holy shit!  This is why people do this!” stage.

You know how, when you first start having sex with someone and it’s all like fuckity fuck fuck fuck all the time.  Oh, I wonder what it would be like to have sex here or here or in this position or that position or with this foot in the toilet and that foot propped up on the sink and you come in from under like that, with that rope attached there and the chainsaw carefully pointed over there and I’ll have the flaming pinecones balanced like such…

That’s how I am about sleeping.  I want to try it everywhere.  At different times.  I think about great sleep when I’m not having it and don’t want to be distracted by anything when I am.  I envy the dog her honk-shoos.

2.  I received a ludicrously delightful invitation today.  If it pans out, I’ll tell you more about it.  But it’s just one of those things where you go, “Wow, this is not how I thought my life would go.  Ha, ha, sucker!” though, I’m not sure who I’m saying sucker to exactly.  I guess me.  Anyway, it’s not even that big a deal but it’s still weird.  And cool.

3.  I love my bright afghan.  That is all.

One thought on “I’m Headed to Bed

  1. Oh honey… you deserve to just love some sleep. Spoil yourself.

    And, oh yeah…

    …or with this foot in the toilet and that foot propped up on the sink and you come in from under like that, with that rope attached there and the chainsaw carefully pointed over there and I’ll have the flaming pinecones balanced like such…

    Tee hee hee snort

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