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Tired dog on lawn chair

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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Christopher Muggridge
Christopher Muggridge
Christopher Muggridge is a creative writer based in London, Canada. He engages in a wide range of writing styles including poetry, personal essays, articles, short stories, novels; as well as whatever else may float his boat or tickle his fancy. He is not adverse to drawing on personal experience to write about mental health issues or his perspectives on human interaction.

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