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July 20, 2009

Sleep is a very impatient and straight-forward man. He comes and leaves whenever he wants, and arrives late and sometimes overstays his welcome. I always hate when he is too early, because getting him to take a few trips around the block before entering is like trying to lift two 50 pound weights when you’re at your weakest, most vulnerable point.

I spoke with sleep the other night. I pleaded with him to just go elsewhere for one night only, but sleep is so obtrusive and stingy. He made me repay him the next day, and all throughout that day, sleep sat on my shoulder, hunching my back, pulling at my eyelids, rusting up my brain.

Gosh, he is so impatient! He is calling me right now! And its the middle of the day!

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