Perhaps I should try counting sheep
I got myself so hyped up on caffeine, ginseng and nicotine to plow through my new projects till the morning hours, and I find myself here at 3 a.m. and not even two Tylenol PM will knock me out. And every time I start counting sheep, they start talking to me, reminding me of everything I’ve got to cram into this weekend.
Forget sending me a man, God. I don’t have the time, anyway. Send me a vacation!