I’m so awake, so thoroughly awake, that I could lie here all night without sleep and still go to work in the morning.
The kids love a sleep-deprived teacher; I invent things like Mr. Sleepy Antelope – which is really just a reenactment of the hobo in orange pants who is continually drunk and sometimes forgets we have all seen him walking and wears a sign about being a paralyzed vet. Mr. Sleepy Antelope falls asleep in rather inconvenient places, has a distinctive walk and a craving for cheap waffles. Of course he instills valuable lessons about personal space, voice modulation and going to sleep at the proper times so you don’t walk like a – well, you know.
I think lightening just hit my neighbor’s car. It isn’t even raining.