Sleep Writing

Calfgrit3 was having an unusually difficult time going to bed, so I laid down with him in the lower bunk. He kept saying, “I’m not sleepy,” “I’m not tired,” etc., etc. Eventually we both fell asleep.

I woke up just enough to realize where I was. I got up, stumbled my way out of the room and into the den where Cowgrit was watching TV. I sat down in a chair and fell asleep again.

Some time later, Cowgrit woke me up saying it was time to go to bed. “I hafta write my post,” I slurred. I bumbled my way into my office and sat down at the keyboard. “i’m so sleepi.’

;i’m just sayin, i can . . . good nite, nite nite, somethin

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