Some days I think I should wear a label on my forehead marked "unstable material." The ideas that come out of my skull are sometimes--I don't know. Ridiculous.

For example, this week I was grateful as heck for the allergies that have made me feel drowsy whenever I have been in my wee humble abode--surrounded, as it is, by a zillion mold-bearing, alive and lovely trees.

I have loved the drowsiness. Anyone peeking in the windows after I got home from work would swear I was a narcoleptic. I fell asleep over and over again. I woke up just long enough to say, "I need to sleep." Bye, baby.

The allergies were not so severe that I became a wretched and bleary eyed Bugger Queen. Not this time. They were just enough to slip me into a deep and enduring sleep. I did not wake up to fret over the future criminals in some of my sixth grade class and how to keep them amused and occupied. I did not think of how to get the word "weed" out of the eighth graders' poem without censoring it. I did not wonder why on earth the world needs seventh graders, anyway. And why some of them actually poop on the floor in our school. Or bite each other. I just slept. And slept. And slept.

"I need to sleep." Bye, baby.

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