Before last night, I spent two miserable nights with my friend Insomnia. I woke up around 1:00 am, and tossed and turned for the next five hours. The night before last I just gave up and started reading. around 3:00 am. When I would try to sleep, I would doze just long enough to start having the wierdest dreams. Six times in succession, I was walking around (generally in a different place each time) to find my fly was open. This probably stems from the fact that my 501's have a tendency to unbutton at times. In my dreams I had become so used to it, I would just fix myself no matter who was around. I would awake from other dreams after having witnessed someone doing something that infuriated me, and then my blood would be pumping and sleep was pushed even further away.

Last night, I went to bed shortly after 9:00 pm. I figured I might as well aim for four or five hours of sleep. Sure enough, it hadn't seemed I'd been asleep for long before I awoke. I was a bit groggy, and shifted my pillow apprehensively to see what time it was. The alarm clock has huge numbers on it, a feature required by my bad eyes before laser surgery. The numbers took shape in my foggy brain, and... sure enough: it was two something. No! Wait! It was five something (stupid blocky LED numbers). I had slept for about eight hours... that's eight straight hours, not eight hours over a couple of days! With a smile, I rolled over and went in and out of sleep for another hour.

The reason for my sleep and lack thereof came in an e-mail this morning...

Dude!

I'm really sorry about the past few nights. It must have been a bummer not getting any real sleep for a couple of nights. You see, the Tooth Fairy, Santa, the Easter Bunny, and a bunch of others got together the other night and we sort of had a party. We were knocking back this wicked brew that the Fairy Godmother concocted, and Father Time was ripping some awesome Stevie Ray Vaughan tunes on his guitar. Mother Nature was a little tipsy, and was putting on quite a show dancing on the table. Well, I kind of lost track of time. I left for a little while to do my job, but didn't want to miss anything, so I sort of had to... you know... skip a few people on my rounds.

Anyway, I'm back now, and will try not to let it happen again. We got our frustrations out, you know, about our outsourcing worries (the SandAmigo works for a ridiculously low price, and doesn't have to deal with the environmental controls on sand harvesting).

Well, I'd better get some shut-eye. I should be by tonight.

Later,

- the SandDude SandMan

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