Dear Insomnia

Today was a shitty day. Remember we talked about it. But I'm 3 Xanax deep and two beers and your brain still won't shut the fuck up.

I beg of you insomnia. I promise if you let me sleep, I'll fill out paperwork so we have insurance for our hysterectomy.  Or I promise to think about it....

We do have a morose death wish/morbid humor. 

But don't let you detour you from letting me sleep...

We love sleep... It's where you dream of magic and nice people and sometimes you get to run so fast you fly? Adventure brain.... this is earth you're keeping me awake for sucks. And if it was once in a while.. Maybe I would be ok.... I'm tired of less than 3 hours of sleep. 7 nights a week.

Give me my fucking dreams. Let my body rest. At least when people are mean there I wake up an know it's not real. Or at least not in this dimension.

Please Xanax kick in. Thank you.

Continued: they say say if you can't sleep at night its because you're awake in someone else's dreams.

Stop fucking thinking about me at night. 1 and a half hours of sleep is not cool.
Think about me during the day and be a good damn person. Lord.

If the normal amount of melatonin is 3mg to help you sleep... I just took 30mg. I don't think you can O.D. on it... But if I do...

Please reread my wishes previously stated in this blog. Watch Mr. Magoriums Wonder Emporium. Let Nate tell our cheeseburger story. Make me into a willow tree.

At least if I'm dead I won't worry about being an insomniac.