I tossed and turned for two hours before I decided to give it up for now. I ate a few benedryl and now here I sit, bleary eyed and exhausted.
I feel like Bill the Cat. Does anyone remember that comic strip, Outland? I remember it from my childhood. I was too young to appreciate it when it was still being published, but I do remember the character of Bill the Cat. Bill the Cat looked like he’d spent the last 10 years partying like Tommy Lee on his birthday. Or maybe like he’d just suffered a massive electrical shock. Here’s a pic:
Bill the Cat looks the way I feel sometimes. Something I find especially hilarious is the way that one of his eyes is smaller than the other one. I myself have a slight asymmetry to my eyes–one of my eyelids is just a bit...heavier than the other. When I’m rested and fresh, the asymmetry is undetectable, but when I’m very tired or wasted, it becomes evident. (FYI, this is a fairly recently development–I noticed it only a fewyears ago. My father has the exact same asymmetry, so I know where I got it from. Thanks for nothing, Dad! His is more pronounced, and if that is what I have to look forward to in the future–should I live to that ripe age–a trip to the plastic surgeon’s office is definitely on the agenda.)
I like this picture of Bill the Cat the best. Poor Bill is under siege here. I feel you, Bill. I really do.