Where are you Mr. Sandman?
Lately, I’ve been having some trouble getting to sleep. At least it’s not insomnia. It’s not like I have anything to be stressed about except, probably finding a full time gig. I tried almost everything to try to get to sleep including the song 99 bottles of beer on the wall. I only got up to 73 and I gave up. I was to lazy to get up to make some warm milk because that would require me to brush my teeth again. And I have this refusal to count sheep. I could have gotten online, but then I wouldn’t have gotten any sleep at all. Eventually, my body gave in. But I still don’t know what’s wrong with me.
