It’s currently 6:59 A.M. I should of been asleep 360 minutes ago but instead I’m awake with my eyes shut. See rest and I have this weird relationship to where she’ll visit me when I don’t want to see her and when I do she pretends to not know who I am. I can’t blame her. I often put her on the back burner while she tries and grab my attention. Truth is I need her. See without, I’d be a mess and look like one. I’m with my pillow all the time and give her good head, the blanket gets to cuddle with me every night but why does rest get the short end of the stick. She’s the most important. I’m just waiting for her to slap me with a fist full of tired and if that doesn’t work I’ll need a right hook that would put me to sleep. Might seem violent but either way lights out. I often forget she’s a knock out. She’s calling me to bed right now. This time I shall please her wishes.