April 4th, 2008

smirking half-hawk

Dear universe

Dear Universe,

My body has hit it's exhaustion limit. The shaking hands, stomach ache and headache would seem to indicate that I can't push myself any further with legal chemicals. I should not be able to fall asleep at my desk with two pots of tea in me.

Looking at my weekend schedule, I see nothing in there that would prevent me from getting three solid nights' worth of sleep.

My request to you, Universe, is that you do not produce anything further to keep me from sleeping. No more surprise alarm clocks, early rising children, work pages or middle of the night hiccough attacks. I don't think this is an unreasonable request. I look forward to your co-operation in this endeavour.

Sincerely,

Me.