Sleep

Before today's blog let's read a couple of thoughts from our sponser - My brain:

While I'm drinking a cold bottle of water, if I get interrupted or stop at any point, the second, immediate attempt at the drink will almost certainly not be as quenching.

I know the proper way to say it is 'Bless you', but when somebody sneezes, I can't help but pronounce it 'Ble-shoe'. Come on, you know you do it do.


And now, back to our regularly scheduled blog:

So sleep. When do I sleep?

When the dog decides to lay down on my stomach, I sleep.
When I discover a new position to lay down in on the couch, I sleep.
When the floor seems to have more give than it did the day before, I sleep.
When I can wrap my arm inside the seatbelt and let it hang while I'm parked, I sleep.
When my tongue finally gets tired of trying to pick at the food in between my teeth, I sleep.
When I have had too much caffine, I sleep.
When I play at least an hour of Street Fighter IV, I sleep.
When a girl gently sweeps her fingertips back and forth along my forearm, I sleep.
When I'm finally getting into a creative rhythm with my writing, I sleep.
When I think I've woken up from a dream, only to realize that I'm stll dreaming, I sleep.
When I try to put a baby to sleep, I sleep.
When I look at the clock and think it's 3pm, when it's actually 3am, I sleep.
When I'm sitting in the midnight mass of Chrismas Eve, I sleep.
When I'm listening to Norah Jones, I sleep
When I lightly sniff the scent of vanilla and coconut, I smile, then I sleep.
When I'm heartbroken, I sleep.
When I'm playing Hide-and-Seek and I am the one hiding, I sleep.
When I stare at a picture of a pretty girl too long, I sleep.


Traditional forms of sleep tend to bore me.