There Was No Sand In My Eyes

Ordinarily, I sleep pretty damn good.  Better than the proverbial baby.  Or perhaps more accurately, like a corpse.  I’m not entirely sure if it’s the weather or maybe because my job is sucking the life out of me, but all I’ve been wanting to do lately is sleep. I’ve decided it’s probably a combination of the two.  Doesn’t fucking matter.  I’m just glad that for the past several months, Mr. Sandman has had no need to visit my bedroom.  Until last night, or more precisely at 3:00 AM.  Everyone knows the feeling of lying in bed, tossing and turning like … Click here to be completely blown away…