I hate taking sleeping pills. Apparently,

I hate taking sleeping pills. Apparently, I get up in the middle of the pm and buy stuff from Infomercials. I only know this bc today, I received a HarryPotter ninja sword.Yesterda

y I received a Thneed, which is quite useful but It cost $159.99! My sleepwalking self has no concerns for the financial situation of this household. So i decided to chain myself

to the bed. But it was a roll-away bed. When I woke up, I realized I'd slept walked all the way to the grocery store and had dragged my bed through

to my favourite aisle: cakes and biscuits. I established my boudoir there and lay in my crumby bed surrounded by jam puffs, custard tarts and swiss rolls. I was a pet to the staff

of poundcake, immune to all other callings save bundt cake, sponge cake, carrot cake, biscuit cake, cake biscuits, biscuits over cake with a biscuit reduction and densified cake

OH and are those crumpets there I see? I was still sleepy, but rolled my rollaway bed behind the bakery counter and heaped all the cakes, pies, crumpets on top.

My rollaway was a motorized FRTWANGL model with a thousand fingers massage, radar avoidance system, and plenty of storage drawers. I stuffed them with cakes pies & the Magnificent

Motorized escape began. On highway 61, I met Bob Dylan, who sang "Highway 61 Revisited" and he asked If he could jump in. I said yes, and so we sped off into the twilight and never

the edge of a cliff and watched him fall in silence, but turned before he hit the waves below. In the car on the way home, no-one spoke. We just listened to a Xavier Cugat CD.