And stroke.

Still tough, I average like 5 hrs of sleep. Even if you’re exhausted, your body just doesn’t want to sleep in the day. So you wind up being some kind of witch doctor, where you have to perform this bizarre ritual with sage smoke and a sacrifice with a bone knife… Sometimes it works, sometimes you summon Caligula. I didn’t sleep that day, but my neighbors no longer pester me about mowing the lawn at 7 AM.

God damnit, that’s me right now as I sit in the parking lot at work.

My Miata says hi.

I’m not desperate enough by just having an empty fridge to order dominoes.