Sunday, November 11, 2001

Might as well be unconscious.

You wouldn’t believe how much sleep I’ve been getting lately. Eight, maybe ten hours a night. Most people would say that’s a good thing.

Well, Buddy, it aint.

That just meants that I don’t have anything better to do. And I don’t. It’s either sleep or watch TV, and with this year’s fall lineup, I would much rather get some shuteye.

A half-hour of sleep or a half-hour of Emeril? Which would you pick?

But sleeping is just so damn boring. I bet it would be a whole lot funner with someone else.

| 01:39 PM

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