QOTE: “Fatigue is the best pillow.”
~ Benjamin Franklin
Yesterday I wrote and presented a report on two hours of sleep. The day immediately prior, I wrote 32 pages of gibberish on three. The effects of this haphazard lifestyle didn’t appear to be catching up to me… until I noticed my cell blazing a trail through the night sky. I then proceeded to spend several minutes waving it across my face just to bask in the afterglow of a screen as piercingly bright as a comet entering the atmosphere, leaving cosmic dust in its wake.
Then I got home, glanced over a text I got, and called someone else because I read in my mind a message I had received three weeks ago. The text I read in my mind told me to call the person up as soon as I got the chance, complete with name and callback number. The real text I got was from someone completely different and only had one word: “Bertha”.
Then I barricaded the cat in the laundry room and ate some three day old chunky peanut butter raisin honey oatmeal. T’was a good night.
Other things happened, but now that I think about it I’m not sure whether they occurred in reality or were pure figments of my imagination. It’s hard enough to tell what’s real and what isn’t without your brain randomly making stuff up and imposing it on your senses.
