On the week I am not drinking and smoking, I get thrust into a swirling pool of Olympic-sized effluent.
Regardless, I've never been one to cope well without sleep. The wonderful Margaret Thatcher (and what a fabulous old tart she is) got by with an average of 5 hours a night. All while writing things like "legislation" and claiming back the Falklands.
I'm a drooling retard if I get less than 8. I'm like an iPhone battery. When I need to charge, I need to charge hard. If I get unplugged from the wall too soon, I lose the will to live the next day.
I behave like I would if I was hungover. Not very articulate, leaving vital things out of sentences like verbs.
Right now, I want to sleep so hard that I sleep the shit out of my bed.
Does that make sense?
When I don't get no sleep, I also get very very grumpy.
So I thought, instead of ranting with loose, meaningless words , that takes loads of effort and precious brain processing power I'd just whack a whole bunch of appropriate memes up instead.
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