I am hoping that I have broken up the sleep queue...
...even if I did wake past eleven:30 this morning and had gone to bed early last night. I do suspect to some degree the sleep queue, place's me into a form of self-induced psychosis's every once in a bit. I mean, it's easy to tell from where I sit. How my entire being is affected and effected by the sleep queue is beyond words. I can't even imagine what it must be like for my dear wife, my two beautiful daughters, my neighbours, my kinfolk and Kindred. Lord have Mercy. I want to apologize, but don't really feel right by saying that or doing it. Not right now, anyway's. Because I haven't done anybody no harm, en'it true? Alright then.......
The sleep queue has been a huge piece of my day-to-day since my last vertigo/meniere's attack. It's here every fucking day, ya know? Like a bummer room mate...SWF, SWSM, SLM, which translates into Single Lesbian Male. Which I am. Been a Lesbian most of my life I reckon. Let me ask my wife, she'll know.
...anyway's, it seems as if I really simply seem to slip right on into another realm when I am in my Dream World. I don't mind much. I mean, I am in a restful state and a safe place. True? Huh? Okaiiiii?
My dizziness is a mild tipsy dizzy. Without the expence of beer or the fire water or moon shine. Betcha my cousin, James could fetch me a good bottle of that. You thank so James?
Yes, but back to the subject. Yes, am dizzy a bit.
Feel nausea to my mid-chest. Which means I feel it to my man boobs. Which for me is a good thing. Which helps make today a good day.
I have perspired and sweated off and on today. Have a mist about my forehead and neck. This is one of the reasons I wear bandana's! No, the color's don't represent shit, no I'm not in a fucking gang, and no I am not a cowboy...
...I shoulda been a cowboy, but i'm not. I love Cowboy's! And i hate to see them cry when they lose at rodeo. Man up! For Pete's Sake! You're a Cowboy!! Alright?
My Deaf Left Ear has been ticking today. No. Don't ask! Just fukkken tick-tick-ticking. Like an old fashioned clock or a ticking time bomb or a tick-tick of my watch...
...but ticking? Girl, please. This shit is just getting too stupied! No wonder I speak of psychosis, et al.
My right ear is having a pretty good day. I mean, there's no body for me to speak with at this moment, but when I speak to the dog's and I, I seem to hear fairly well. Have also had the sounds and noise of a far off Swamp Boat, or two. I can't tell yet. But you know, the one's you've seen on television or when thinking of the Everglades or swamp.
It is with great hopes and expectations that I should overcome this sleep queue. I will give this a good fight today...
...after all, today's Wednesday, a good day.
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