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The kid is watching "Glee" in the background. I tried watching a little of the show and found myself to be intolerant to its apparently otherwise universal charms.

In other words, I can't stand that fucking show. So I hate overhearing it.

Why not go outside? Because it's cold. Because I hate cold. Because if it's cold, I wanna be warm inside.

Also, I am functioning at this point with about 6 hours of sleep spread out over a period of 3 days. Around 90 minutes of it took place from 4:30 am to 6:00 am this morning. The other few hours were sporadic the evening before. I've never been a good sleeper. Even medicated, I've never been a good sleeper. But this is ridiculous. This is akin to the days when I whiled away the nights on my mom's couch, tossing and turning and eventually my body passing out from sheer exhaustion but otherwise not truly sleeping.

I recall having a conversation some 5 years or so ago with some guy who used to read my blog. I was on about my second week of the 2-3 hour sleep night. I was working days, writing nights, taking care of Liv every hour in between. He told me a story about being at a bar and some drunken chick from a bachelor party going down on him in the middle of the bar.

Why I am remembering this right now... is precisely why I want to make sure I get at least a few hours of decent sleep tonight. Because I don't think I have recalled that tiny factoid from my brain's recesses until the major functions have begun to shut down.


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