Lame

I’ve barely slept for two nights in a row, people.

TWO FREAKING NIGHTS!
Two nights in a row with less than 4 hours of sleep each.
Two days in a row where I’ve been a walking, talking zombie, only more cranky, and with worse hair, if you can imagine. But the desire to eat brains? Yeah, it's there and no, I have no idea what that means.

Also, I kind of want to punch myself in the face.

You see, I have all this stuff going on.
I wish I could tell you what it was about - I really do. But I can’t.

Not yet.
Damn Brian and his secretive, squirrely ways.

Rest assured that it’s all good stuff; stuff that I will be revealing when the time is right.

But until then….I can’t sleep.
I watch the clock.
I change positions again, and again, and again, and again.
I breathe deeply, in and out.
I watch boring TV, like the History channel.

[Sidenote: Did you know that the USS Thresher, a nuclear submarine constructed in 1958, was unable to blow her emergency ballast tanks and surface due to ice blocking the flow of air through the hoses?]

[Do you care? Yeah, I still don’t]

And my brain? Is acting like I plugged it directly into an electrical socket.
And I’m all, “Shut off, you stupid brain!”
And my brain is all “Make me,” and then makes that ttthhhbbbbbtttttt noise.

My brain, I’ve come to learn, is very, VERY childish.
And prone to activity at 3:00 in the morning, apparently.

So I regret to inform you that today’s post will consist of…well…the above, admittedly lame, content.

Because I’m tired.
And slow.
And lacking inspiration.

But the good news?
It’s Friday, people!
And I have a bottle of Tylenol PM waiting at home with my name all over it.