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[dolari]

Am I dreaming?
No.
Where am I?
In bed?
Well, what am I doing?
::laugh:: Talking to myself.
Look. I must have a star on my door...
Or better still.
The door...the door...the door...swingin doors, huh?
Okay, doors - swing.
Swing.
Swing.
Now I know I'm dreaming.
DreamingDreamingDreamingDreamingDreaming.
Huh...how do I get to sleep....
I'll count those bars on the window. One. Two. Three.
Sleep.
How do I get to sleep.
PLEASE let me SLEEP.
Poetry...that'll work.
"Come, sweet slumber, and shroud me in thy purple cloak...."
Huh...doesn't even rhyme.
Does that mean my tea's made?
I can't stand tea.
Tea.
::sigh:: Happy Harry's High Club.
How am I gonna get to sleep?

Comments

[hemlock-martini.livejournal.com]

[emilydm.livejournal.com]

::sprinkles sleepy-dust over you::

[directorsg.livejournal.com]

When I read this, it sounded in my head like the opening voiceover of Adaptation.

[ghostangel.livejournal.com]

Peppermint tea simmered in milk. Or just Peppermint Tea will work. If you have a food co-op near you, you can get a whole bag of the stuff for fairly cheap (like three buck or so)

[aberrantangels]

Is it me, or is the band getting bigger?
On trumpet, tepmurt, trumpet, Peter O'Toole! Just having a r-r-rest between bars...
On drums smurd, the Pope! (bat) The Pope!
On bass line, niel ssab no, Martina Nanny...Vanny...didn't she get married? bomp bomp bomp
And on mike, kiem nod na! The lovely, the lo, the lo-lo-lovely Cher! (Paranoimia!)

THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU. I'll take over now. Let's have a taste of that old computer-generated SWAGGER.