Are you crazy or what?

It's 2:30 am on Thursday morning and I am sitting at a computer typing this message. So if by chance the ramblings of a mad man become unintelligable just chalk it up to sleep deprivation. As I sit here writing out this message I wonder how many others are out there in the wonderfull world of Blog that just can't sleep? Why is it that I felt compelled to turn on the computer and write down my thoughts? Maybe because the rerun of the Fresh Prince that is showing isn't so "fresh" or the Sanford and Sons' show is just not as funny at 2:30 am as it was at 12:30am. I hear the minds the first thing that begins to go but do you really recognize it when it happens? Sleeping has begun to be a sort of game that I play. I try to trick my mind into believing that I want to sleep, I do this by doing my usual routine which includes the normal stuff like changing into your night clothes, brushing your teeth, I let my dog out and I go take out my contacts (this is so I can't see all the neat things going on around me). Blindness is a sure way to trick your mind into thinking that there is nothing better out there to be doing rather then sleeping. Then I do the one thing all the so called "sleep experts" tell you to do. "Clear your mind of all thoughts" they say, "let your mind wander off into dream land" they say. Well really, who are they kidding? The thought of clearing your mind of "all thoughts" is kind of counter productive. I keep thinking, "well if I am thinking about not thinking then I am thinking". As far as this dream land business I am wondering what kind of dreams I will have and wouldn't it be neat if we could just dial up the dreams we want to have, instead of rolling the dice and falling to sleep. It's all a crap shoot! I could get one of those dreams where I am falling off a building and I wake up the instant I hit the ground (or I suppose I hit the ground), those are horrible, in fact I run the risk of death, either mine by hitting my head on the night stand as I unwittingly act out my dream or the death of my dog as I do a suplex off the bed onto the unsuspecting black lab at the foot of my bed. So back to my story....after I have done all the "right" things and I should be prepared to lay my head down for a long winters nap..err, spring nap, my mind begins playing it's own little game. It begins by saying, "I can't wait to lay my head down, it's going to feel so good, I am sooooo tired, doesn't this bed feel comfy, I will be asleep any minute". Enter the parade of nations!!! As every conceivable thought, idea, plan, hope and dream goes racing thru my mind. I fight a good fight, I say "I will not let this happen, I want to sleep and I will not think about anything, I will clear my mind of "all thoughts" (see above). Right then and there the fight is lost, only mother nature can overpower the evil genius that is my mind. So for those of you that may encounter the zombie that is Craig tomorrow beware and be warned that hidden beneath that quiet facade, that seemingly gentle nature, is the mind of a evil genius. Plotting the destruction of all bodies who would be so inclined as to think that they might sleep.



AHHH to sleep, oh sweet sleep, why do you elude me? Where have you run to? Oh the agony of longing for something you know you will never have. Sleep I knew thee once but now you seem as distant as the stars in the skies. Just a distant memory of days gone bye, of a better time and place. A time when neighbors gathered on the front porches to visit neighbors as everyone sipped thier fresh squeezed lemonade and pa picked his banjer. SLEEP,SLEEP MY KINGDOM FOR SOME SLEEP!!! Oh do not tarry sleep, come quickly to your humble servant.