Partially because my mom made us do family pictures. Which is never good, ever; But also because I haven't slept since yesterday. Insomnia is a cruel mistress. Whatever that phrase means.
Okay, I sort of lied. At one point I think I passed out on the floor in the middle of my house. That sort of counts. How is it that everything becomes incredibly comfortable when you are exhausted?
"Hey man, I'm tired. Do you have somewhere I can lay down?"
"Uhm I have this bed of poison tipped nails in my backroom. Just be careful around the rabid raccoons."
"Perfect."
Did you know that you can actually merge your sleep deprivation into an insanity plea in court? You could be on trial for burning an entire town to ground and reply, "Sorry, I was realllllllly tired guys."
I think that's what I'll use for why my writing quality has become so incredibly passe' the past few days. There is a certain point where you get so tired that everything is funny. Then there is a point after that where you openly use a rabid raccoon reference in your blog for no evident reason. I have reached the latter.
I'll be getting myself back on schedule tomorrow, and hopefully start getting my posts up in the morning again. Assuming the rabid raccoons in the corner don't get me before then. Everyone see's them right? Yeah, I'm sure they're real. I'm not crazy, yet.
Although, my Explosions In The Sky/DJ Shadow sleep mix is messing with me. Bass seems significantly louder when your tired, and all the lyrics magically begin to apply to your life.
It's like they know me, bro.
Oh sleep, just take me away.
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