Sleep

Sleepy, sleepy, tired now. Long day, long week. Just sleepy. Drift off to dreamland, and count some sheep. They say eight hours a day makes it all okay. Seems too much more, just leaves you tired again. Too much less though and it is not any better. Grumpy, grouchy, the dwarf and the monster in the garbage can we loved as kids. Was their mood all just due to lack of sleep? Ever feel a grand identification with the lyrics of "Who Needs Sleep?" by the Barenaked Ladies? Boy, would I really hate to be the guy in that song.


Note: I know, I'm already skipping days... school's seriously kicking my ass this first week back. Hence the vaguely nonsensical and highly wacked drabble relating to sleep.