Last night I had a hard time falling asleep. I would turn from side to side in the hope of triggering Zs. But alas, to no avail.
Just to really rub it in, I had just watched the reboot of Nightmare on Elm street. Those 'lucky' teens got to fall asleep.
Hours would go by. My conscious breathing started to irritate even me. (Yet, I'm the one breathing.) I was becoming more and more paranoid about breathing too loud. I have a very thin wall between me and my neighbours home. Inspiration strikes; "Even though I don't need the toilet, maybe I should just go anyway." So I did just that. I went to the toilet. Lo and behold! Poop doth fall.
I got back to my bed and ah-man. Sporadic silky vibrations across my gut. Holy $#@%.
Just to really rub it in, I had just watched the reboot of Nightmare on Elm street. Those 'lucky' teens got to fall asleep.
Hours would go by. My conscious breathing started to irritate even me. (Yet, I'm the one breathing.) I was becoming more and more paranoid about breathing too loud. I have a very thin wall between me and my neighbours home. Inspiration strikes; "Even though I don't need the toilet, maybe I should just go anyway." So I did just that. I went to the toilet. Lo and behold! Poop doth fall.
I got back to my bed and ah-man. Sporadic silky vibrations across my gut. Holy $#@%.
