Almost Slept

I sat here nodding off, rolled into bed, barely could move or think, and the itching woke me. I should have showered earlier. So I crawled out of bed barely conscious and applied Benadryl cream and then applied zinc oxide cream and and then, I was awake again. So I sat up and played some Toon Blast while semi-watching more of season 9 of the X-Files. I realized that I stopped watching the X-Files somewhere along the way for a number of reasons, but that's another series of stories. Numbers, even. And here we are, making a mockery of standard rules of language, but loving every minute of it, just like Kramer. Or something like that. I miss communication. Anybody want to communicate?

somewhere over the rainbow, perhaps.

Narf :)