I remember when sleep and I used to be friends.
Well, maybe friends is too strong a word. More like acquaintances who lived down the hall from each other and borrowed cups of sugar from time to time. Ok, I borrowed the sugar - he called the cops when I had a party. It wasn't even a real party. More like a small gathering of close friends. And death metal. I believe there may have been some death metal playing so perhaps there was a little noise involved. He could have come over and joined in or at least asked us to turn it down. Instead, he called the cops and I got a $150 fine. I mean who does that? Sleep, that's who. So screw him and his damn sugar. I don't need the hassle and I don't need sleep. Besides, now he's avoiding me and he won't return any of my calls. Man, life sucks sometimes.
By the way, does anybody have any sugar? I am wide awake and these cookies aren't going to bake themselves.
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