In Spain it's 2:30 in the morning. I started the day in Marrakech. Flew to Casablanca. Flew to Barcelona. Got back to our condo at about 9:30. Went and got some dinner at about 10:30. I'm still dealing with this bloody cold, and feel tired and lousy.
But can I actually sleep? Of course not. I'm wide awake.
I don't want to be wide awake. I want to be sleeping.
Stupid insomnio, which, by the way, is the Spanish word for insomnia. Since I've nothing better to do, I looked it up.
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| One sheep... |
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| Two sheep... |
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| Three sheep (and five chickens)... |
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