Sleep brought o you by burnt orange and blue

[maystone]

I sleep with a scarf across my eyes. Meet my sleep scarf. I love my sleep scarf. I love my teddy bear, too. His name is UT, pronounced "OohTay". Urus theodorus. I don't sleep with him anymore. I love him but he wears a vest. Way too Young Republican of him. but lightning struck and I love him, conservative stuffed bear tht he is.

but back to the scrf. I used to have silk, but this is cotton. Much better for washing because I drool. In my sleep. There, you have the better of me. Or least the damp of me.

Time to take m y scarfie to sleep now. It keeps out the light. I'm a light sleeper (understatement of the eon.) My room is lit up like a cheap bar with white light from my Mac, flashing green from the hub booster, glowing red from various power cords and the Big Daddy, this soft but metallic blue that covers the room from the onswitch of the fan that I run at night for the white noise. But tonight, I plan to add earplugs to the mix. Just someone break down and buy mean a sensory deprivation tank for me to sleep in, OK>


Me and my colorful accoutrement (tye-dyed disco bondage! Yay!) shall attempt to gain entrance to the Land of Nod. Winken and blinken having run off together to open a B&B in Ptown. Poor Nod. He'll let us in just for the company. And my fabulous scarf. Which wishes you a good night.