Zzzzzzzzzzz what the?

In addition to my ridiculous night-time teeth-grinding, I also conjure wild and woolly, fantastical tales in my dreams. The other night, Sharon, who played tuba in the middle school band with me (and whom I haven’t thought of since 1990), was going to be beheaded for a crime she may or may not have committed. Two nights ago, the company I worked for(?) was going belly-up, and my co-workers and I were trying to decide if we could keep our laptops. Last night, my dogs chased after a guy who was riding his horse alongside five-lane Blowing Rock Road, you know, there in front of the credit union; I was terrified they’d be hit by a car. I’m tired all the time.

3 thoughts on “Zzzzzzzzzzz what the?”

  1. do you have a mouthguard for the teeth grinding?
    do you have insurance? if so, how about a sleep study. i just did one.
    fun fun fun.
    do you talk in your sleep?
    am i boring or what?

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