|Brainado. Brainados often hit at night.|
|On my phone. That ought to be quick. Excellent idea!|
|Plenty more coming tonight.|
|Eye Know Left. It's funny at 3:00 a.m.|
|One Thousand Seven Word Scene.|
|Good thing Dear Hubby can sleep through anything.|
I'm too tired to remember about that mute button thingy.
|Elf rum anapping grasses? Looks like a bestseller!|
Sometimes things look different in the light, surely not this time though.
|Suck it, Autocorrect.|
|Seriously? No wonder I don't sleep at night! Dream Talk is an excellent|
app for snorers who don't believe they do it. I shall prove it this time!
|So jealous! I want to be the annoying snorer!|
|My insomnia is pretty much all Neil Gaiman's fault. Afraid to sleep.|
Last night I dreamed about melting Golden Retrievers. Totally his fault.
|If I can't sleep, I will continue to write. Forever. There will never be any|
melting dogs in my work. Ever.
|I'm in desperate need of an unmelted dog. He would need to be a|
night owl. We could keep each other company.