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February 27th, 2009
05:54 am - [002] [04:39 am] Why would I want to count sheep of all things? Why not...frogs? Or...bunny rabbits? There are lots of rabbits out there. Plenty to count.
[05:07 am] Somebody should take my cell phone away. Chef Tony is really making these knives sound awfully miraculous right now, but we really don't need anymore sharp things in this house.
[05:23 am] I swear iTunes's Genius application is a conspiracy. The Man wants me to spend more money on music denouncing The Man. And yet, I can't turn it off.
[05:42 am] Work in 10 hours...haven't slept since Tuesday... What time does Chick-Fil-A open? I want a chicken biscuit.
[06:03 am] So this is when MTV has been hiding all their music videos. I wonder if Rihanna's gonna need plastic surgery or anything to get her face looking the way it was.
[06:52 am] Oh. My. God. Fuck. Dream. Manipulators. I. Will. Never. Sleep. Again. Half an hour of sleep? Check. Let my day begin.
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Let me know if you need help sleeping. I believe I have a number of remedies.
Sleeping isn't the problem. Dreaming is the problem.
You sound like you're on drugs. You okay?
You would too if you hadn't slept in going on three days now.
![[User Picture]](https://www.scribbld.com/userpic/165348/27619) | | From: | forcealec |
| Date: | February 27th, 2009 11:43 pm (UTC) |
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| | Gabe | (Link) |
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Three Days!? Is there some bet I'm not aware of. Gabe, you should be sleeping. Does this have something to do with Grant Capulet?
Uh, no. Not a bet. Grant Capulet, though, would be a yes.
![[User Picture]](https://www.scribbld.com/userpic/165348/27619) | | From: | forcealec |
| Date: | March 1st, 2009 06:45 am (UTC) |
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| | Re: Alec | (Link) |
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Shit, still? What about...I thought Sam said that he and Meredith were working on something. What is he doing to you? Do you need me to be forcefield standby?
...I ask a lot of questions.
Keep it up, dude, and you'll have to start snorting crack to keep your eyes open.
[Gabe]
You okay, man?
No. I don't really...know what to do. It's hard to think, at the moment. My head hurts. Don't tell Al.
...are you okay? You seem really out of it the past couple of days. I've got some Tylenol PM in the bathroom if you need it. :)
I'm fine. I guess sleeping 20 hours a day when I was sick leads to staying up 20 hours a day now that I'm better?
That's really horrible logic. You know... if you can't sleep you could always just wake me up. I mean you're pretty much the reason I actually have a sleep schedule. I'm perfectly content staying up all night watching infomercials. My favourite is the Magic Bullet one.
I'm seriously okay. Sleep is good for you. You should sleep.
Sorry if I'm looking into this too far, but that adamant stance on my sleeping makes you sound a little unhinged, baby. Just saying. <3
Sleep would also be good for you, Mr. Sherlock.
Unhinged? Nah. Just tired.
I dunno. I'll get over it. It's probably just a random bout of insomnia.
Have I ever told you that you're stubborn as fucking shit?
About half as often as I've told you the same thing.
I'm not stubborn. You're stubborn.
You'd better be glad I think you're cute, or I might have gotten sick of that a long time ago. LOL
Well that works out, because I love you, and wouldn't want you to get sick of me.
Since you love me so much, you should force yourself to come to bed soon, because I'm tired and don't feel like cuddling up with Beej because I always wake up with scratches. I swear that cat is a demon.
Maybe I could force myself. And hey. He's your cat. |
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