Insomniacs of the world, goodnight.

I'm too tired to count, Dr. Dino. :(

I don't think my telling you bedtime stories will ever put you to sleep though. I keep asking (no one in particular) silly questions about stories as I go along. :confused: And I think you'll just find it too amusing.

How about I pat you on the stomach? I used to put my cousin, my nephew, and...my mom to sleep by doing that.
 
I don't think my telling you bedtime stories will ever put you to sleep though. I keep asking (no one in particular) silly questions about stories as I go along. :confused: And I think you'll just find it too amusing.

How about I pat you on the stomach? I used to put my cousin, my nephew, and...my mom to sleep by doing that.

Uhm . . . ask Abs what that does to me . . . :cool:
 
It's light outside, the birds are singing, and the coffee is brewing.

To run, or not to run. That is the question.
 
Dr. Dino orders? :p

I promise, if you promise the same.

Yes, she orders. :cool:

Well, I promise I'll try. I'm working all day tomorrow and won't make it home til at least 10pm. Then I'll have to shower, wait for hair to dry because I don't believe in hair dryers. We're looking at 11:45 at the earliest...
 
Ditto, that. Must have been the night for it. I finally fell asleep at about 3, and had nightmares akin to something written by Stephen King, directed by a combination of M. Night Shyamalan and Quentin Tarantino, if all three of them were possessed by demons and on a cocktail of speed, weed and violence.

Fun.
 
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