One of the most precious things in life is the ability to finally pass out at the end of a long day, relax, unwind, take a load off, and so on. Ok maybe it's a lazy ideal, but for those of us who just can't seem to do it, it's a holy grail.
Some people say sleep when you're dead. I say if you can sleep you are friggin lucky. Between the rotting economy, kids' problems in school (why am I not allowed to yell at someone else's kid who is bothering mine?), the push and pull of marraige and it's tricky ins and outs (or lack of in-n-outs), and a beyond reasonable workload at the office, who the hell can sleep. Or sleep soundly.
Maybe if I stop drinking 16 oz of iced coffee goodness at 3 in the afternoon that would help.
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