"Good Night and Tough Luck" Click to see the story from Christoph Neimann in the NY Times.
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Thursday, September 17, 2009
Let's just say I feel his pain
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9 comments:
Sleep deprivation? Just wait til they become teenagers and you sit up half the night worrying until they come home. No rest for the weary.
If you want the coonies to quit playing on your porch, spray cider vinegar on it. But if you feed cats outside at night, you have invited them to your free buffet. If you bring the cat food in at night, they will move on to find another food source. And cats eat during the day too -- raccoons generally wait until dusk or just before dawn.
Thank you!
Raccoon Orphanage
http://doryandtheorphans.com
thimbs over the eyeballs calling out ding ding ding
pulling down the silk, seeing the perfection in circumference, taking a large byte and hearing the yowch. leaving the mark of departure
sleep sleep sleep, please let me sleep, while we all dance around, amused, until, until, until
a toy a toy a toy
she used to say "leave her alone"
the funniest and coolest bit is that YEW wanted the hillariously dumb dog.....
I wonder if cider vinegar works on spouses. Thanks Matzo.
how your dream ends:
you begin to peddle, which is - in reality - just you moving your feet under the sheets. just then you realize that a bird has alighted on your shoulder. you look again and it is now large enough to straddle your shoulders. it picks you up and begins to fly into the distant horizon. although you are not nervous about this apparent loss of personal control, you still find it a bit unnerving. the bird's grip is uncharacteristically painless and nonintrusive to your flesh. this makes you think about the time you cut your finger while opening a pack of gum. meanwhile, you magically arrive at your mystical destination. a land that only dreams can provide. therefore, i will not attempt to describe its beauty. just then a care drives by and wakes you up. which is - in reality - the girls screaming "mommy, we're going to miss the bus!"
the end.
this message in now way has been influenced by a real personal experience. it is solely imaginative and made up.
Do I get a commission on all these plugs?
Ben, many cares drive by. I shoot them.
I can relate; Sleep can be so elusive sometimes....
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