Okay so the Shakespearian title is a bit of a stretch, but that's what I do. This entry is more about my inability to sleep lately. I think that sleep and the mind have a whorish connection to one another. The mind stretches in every imaginable way and sleep holds out without regard. I have to liken my situation to a horny teen on prom night, the myth is far greater than the actual achievement. Sleeping is necessary, kind of like getting laid and getting paid but somehow it doesn't really work that way.
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