Is There Such a Thing as Sleep Snacking?

I had to work today, but sadly, I was unable to go to sleep last night. So I am a little bit sleepy. It is hard to write when you are worn out and withered. It makes one want to rhyme or use a lot of words that start with the same letter.

I don’t drink much, but I’m pretty sure that a sleepy sonnet would be worse than a plastered poem. I mean, don’t all the cool writers drink? What is the old adage, “Write drunk, edit sober”. I know the person who said it, but I just can’t think of his name. I’m too darn tired. He was a big guy, wrote about war, lived in the Florida Keys, killed himself…I’m drawing a complete blank.

I hope that someday a tired writer won’t be able to remember my name. That would be awesome. I’m not sure why, but it is how I feel, at the moment. It has also crossed my mind that the last time I ate was about 10 hours ago. My guinea pig friends will find that shocking and probably a little bit upsetting.

I am so tired I don’t feel like stopping for a nom. Being this exhausted has one upside. I will be able to get a massive amount of sleep and be bright eyed and bushy tailed for tomorrow.

It is nap time or nom time. I’m not sure. I wish I could sleep snack.