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On Tuesday night, I had a bad case of insomnia.

Mind you, I went to bed early because I hadn’t slept well the night before.

I thought Monday’s bad sleep was due to the fact that I wasn’t sleeping in my own bed (I’m pet/ house sitting again), but I’ve been known to make a pillow of my own lap when sleep strikes.

What made the insomnia even worse was the fact that I was tired. I was so tired that I didn’t want to get out of bed to turn on the light so I could read. I kept laying there, with my eyes closed, bargaining with God.

10:30: Lord, why can’t I fall asleep? I’m so tired. My eyes are feeling heavy. I’m getting very sleepy…sleepy…sleepy.

10:35: Did I just try to hypnotize myself?

11:00: Where did I leave my underwear?

11:05: Am I wearing underwear now?

11:06: Yup.

11:45: Lord, if you let me fall asleep right now I’ll put some extra tithe in the offering plate this month.

11:46: Yes, Lord, I really just tried to bribe you. Please don’t hate me.

12:50: Ugh, did I close the bedroom door? The cat’s going to come in if I didn’t.

12:51: Oh! Did I fall asleep! I think I slept! (checks time) Crap.

2:00: If you count peacocks maybe you can terrify yourself to sleep.

2:30: 36 peacocks, 37 peacocks, 38 peacocks…what’s touching my leg?

2:31: Or you’ll just terrify yourself.

2:32: There is nothing touching your leg. It’s all in your imagination. When you reach out you will feel nothing….

2:32:01: AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

2:33: Meow?

2:34: Dang it, Simba! I knew I didn’t close the door!

3:00: Simba, this is sleep time, not chew on my hair time.

3:47: It’s not bat my face with your paw time either.

4:15: Nor is it chew on my nose time.

5:00: Tomorrow is really gonna suck.

5:01: Simba, this isn’t extreme makeover, please stop eating my face.

5:39: Wait, I’m not wearing underwear.

5:40: Where the heck did I put my underwear?

5:41: I hope the dogs didn’t take it.

5:42: The people at Target are going to think I’m a slut if I keep buying underwear at this rate.

6:00: Oh wait, there it is!

6:01: Undies, Undies, oh how I’ve missed you.

6:12: I should write a poem called “Ode to my Underwear.”

6:22: Underwear! Underwear! Under…where?

            Where have you gone, my underwear?

            Did I leave you in the kitchen?

            Did I leave you in the drawer? 

            Did I leave you a safe box under the floor?

           Underwear! Underwear! I lov- Simba! Stop it!

6:30: Is that the alarm?

6:31: Did I just write a poem about my underwear?

6:32: I really need to stop finding my underwear hysterical.

I will never stop finding my underwear hysterical.

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