This is happening more than it should and I'm getting tired of it. My sleep habits are not ones I'm enjoying. A good night's sleep...that's all I'm asking for!

***Disclaimer-Beatles and Barbara Streisand song references may be involved. (Ask your parents or grand-parents) No one was hurt in the writing of this blog.

3:20am thoughts...
Been off work for eight days. (Eight Days a Week, you know I luh-uh-uh-uh-love you...Sorry, it's the DJ thing coming out in me!)
Go to bed a little after eight pm. (Oooh, I need your love babe...Don't get me started again!)
I wake up at 1:59am to go pee. (Cuz that's what you do when you're 61. (Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm Sixty-Four...sorry, again!)
So I do my bizness and shuffle back to bed. I lie there (Lie, lay, laid??? Sorry Mr Spears-HS English teacher) with my mind racing. (Go Speed know the rest)
I decide to get up and get dressed since I'm heading back to work today. (Did I say I'd been off work for eight days? Omg...the Beatles? Really...not again, you idiot!)
Where was I...oh yeah. So I'm awake. I think there was something else I was going to write but now I've forgotten. (Did I mention I was 61?) the corner of my mind...I wonder if Barbara Streisand is still alive? Hey Barbara Streisand still alive? Alexa...Alexa? Hmmm...must be asleep.
I need to warm up my coffee. (Good to the last drop!) I wonder if members of the Maxwell's house drinks Folgers?

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