Lately, sleep has become a delicacy I can

Lately, sleep has become a delicacy I can only dream about. That is, daydream about. My mouth waters at the mere thought of it. I look out the window, counting stars all night.

So far the number has been 12,061. When I was young, star counting was just a hobby of mine. Now, I am obsessed. I wish I could sleep but my eyes twitch heavenward. 12,062...

12,063...twitch...12,064...twitch, flutter...12,064...twitch, flutter, blink...I kept counting & when I got to 177,566,459, I saw star # 177,566,460 grow brighter, coming towards m

e like it was shot out of a cannon, so I made a wish. "That star's not shooting, it's falling with style,"said Imaginary Friend 867.3. "Don't *twitch* *spaz* speak out of turn, or

Bizarro Santa and Imaginary Friend locked horns with the Mars's Lucifer. Step-father time entered the battle with a time whip. Greek Orthodox Easter Bunny fired gamma rays at

Buddhist leprechauns upsetting them so much that they refused to 'let go' of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow causing the Karmic Wheel to grind to a halt in Ireland.

And when the Karmic Wheel halts in Ireland, the Irish drink even more. So this was the situation: the angry Buddhist leprechauns held fast to the pot o' gold, the country ran out

of clean glasses to serve the patrons of the many Irish pubs in Ireland. The Karmic Wheel turned on, & the Irish got drunker & drunker, slapping booties as a form of entertaining f

emale transgender guests. Then they performed the traditional act of shoving handfuls of shamrocks into their eye cavities until they all collapsed dead on the floor.