Sunday, 8 August 2010

Good-morning nose-bleed

I dreamt I was sleeping and my phone rung. It was bright outside but still too early for me to get out of bed. I picked it up and answered sleepily. It was a friend that calls often and I am not always happy to hear his voice. He asked how long I slept daily and said that he hasn't slept for more than six hours since he was considerably younger. I tried to defend my right to sleep for eight hours if I wish and we were quarreling on that for some time. I woke up because my nose started bleeding because I scratched it. Embarrassing.
Like David Thomas says "well, that's my story, sad but true"

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