....ZZZZZ
the days of this blogger not needing sleep are vorbei. once, when I was a younger lad, i could survive on a few hours of sleep during the week, and make up for it on weekends. oh, the days of sleeping in till 1 p.m./2 p.m./7 p.m. …
tiredly, i still believe that i have this uncanny ability to get by on three/four hours of slumber, and still be ready to face the evils of the world. WRONG! this morning was the hardest thus far this week. im’a have to hit the hay around 5:30 p.m. to catch the zeds i’ve been missing.
zzzzzzed.
that, and i feel like a buick walkind down the street. normally, I don’t care about the buickness of my stature – but when I can’t wear anything save for a mumu and i’m too broke to buy new non-mumu attire, that’s when I start disliking the buickosity of me.
perhaps a mumu would be breezy on the underside of things…must research further.
ha! i just pictured a buick crawling down the road, with its lights heavy and sleep-rolling along the road. oh, how did i ever get to be so amazings? riiight, the uncanniness of dav.e
hic defessus mumus sum
1 comment:
LOL, I can totally relate to the sleep (lack thereof) issue but if I ever see you crusin' down the block in a mumu Dave (!)... I would probably laugh for days and give you some serious high fives :)
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