To Sleep, Per Chance To Dream.....Somebody Shut That Monkey Up!

Haven’t slept more than two hours a night since Sunday, I am a zombie. Can’t think straight, really, really short-tempered. My staff finally argued me into going to visit the Pecker Checkers at the clinic. I hate Doctors; they are inherently evil, like cats. I don’t know why I have not been able to sleep. Anyone who knows me knows I can sleep anytime anywhere. In fact, most of the time it is hard to catch me awake. It is not like I am not exhausted. I fall asleep at about 0430/0500 in the morning and then have to get up at 0600 almost catatonic. I stumble through the day, feeling like I could just put my head down and I would be out. Then I try and hit the rack but sleep just won’t come. Didja know that the night is really, really long and boring when y’ain’t sleepin’. Today, I even skipped my work out to try and take a nap, still no joy. I just can’t concentrate worth diddly-squat and am having difficulty doing simple things. On top of that everyone just keeps pissing me off. The Chancre Mechanic took a look at me and gave a Valium derivative. I plan to take one about 2000 and please, dear Lord, let the sleep come. If it doesn’t I am sure the hallucinations ain’t far behind. Actually, I am positive they are on their way ‘cause that fool purple monkey that won’t shut up told me so.

TO THE TYRANT NEVER YIELD