I haven't been able to sleep for shit as of late. I miss sleep. I love sleep, I don't even drink coffee because I enjoy being tired. I normally take comfort in blaming my troubles on others, but with sleep, who do you have to blame but yourself? It's my brain's fault.
It's crazy, you never expect your own brain to turn on you. I certainly didn't see it coming. I assume that the human mind is supposed to appreciate sleep, in truth I do it for him. I do everything with my brain. Tell him secrets, read him books, do puzzles sometimes, like what more can it ask for? I even try taking matters into my own hands if you catch my drift, never works. 3:30-4:00am every night. This is the thanks I get.
I was woken up this morning at 7:30 from a fucking hammer in my kitchen. I went to bed somewhere around 4:00am. I double-timed down the stairs half expecting a fight and saw a man I've never seen before. He was installing a new back door to my house. Sometimes you know before someone even speaks that they smoke a lot of cigarettes, that's what this guy looked like. He said "Oh! You must be little TKJ, your dad just went out for coffee. If you text him now he might still be able to get you one. By the way, happy belated birthday". I don't drink coffee and my birthday was two months ago, who does this? But I said fuck it, let him murder us, maybe then I can finally get some sleep. I went back upstairs and couldn't fall back asleep.
On my 3.5 hours of rest, I thought I'd snooze like a baby tonight. I don't even see sleepiness on the horizon.
I have a theory about sleep. I'm tired all day. When I yawn in the middle of a conversation, it's not that I'm being rude. It's just when you're day tired, it's because you're normally at work. Which is normally not fun. When I'm home by myself, I'm a lot of fun. So if you're sleep deprived, that means you're literally too much fun to be unconscious.
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