My brain today is just in a place where it might as well be cutting school, smoking cigarettes and threatening the attending kids in the parking lot.

I haven’t been the same since the bells tolled high noon and we took the new girl to lunch. I had a tasty (and pricey) burger on the man’s dime. From that appropriately lengthed luncheon, which clocked a deuce of hours, through the afternnon, into the evening and on and on at home, I’ve needed coartoon toothpicks to pry the lids open.

Can’t even count the times I’ve done the whole heavy lids, falling head to neck snap “I’m awake,” maneuver while even trying to write this shit. Truth be told, though, I find reading my bullshit to be a fine sleep aid, so why not writing it?

Rather than fight it, I’m giving up. Maybe tomorrow or the weekend, I can keep my peepers alert enough to get past two three paragraphs.