...which way will things go tonight/ toss and turn or sleep tight/ you can't win, you wonder why/ that sleep is one thing you can't buy....
I go to bed in an ensemble of thigh-high striped socks and a pair of striped panties. This wouldn't've bothered me, except the stripes didn't match.
Enough to keep me awake? Not quite.
I begin to believe in a sardonic God, because accidental irony seems so improbable.
The narcoleptic insomniac, ha-ha. Hahahahah. No.
(You Can't Talk In Your Sleep (If You Can't Sleep): The Go-Go's)