Know, I'm refering to Richard Kiley in "The Man of La Mancha". Part of the Ultrametabolism plan involves getting eight hours of sleep a night. I would LOVE to get that much sleep. However, two things get in my way.
First, my chronic back pain often makes it difficult to get eight hours of restful sleep. I usually get up at least once during the night to change positions and, while I'm awake, I usually need to visit the bathroom.
The second thing is totally my own fault. I have a hard time dragging myself off to bed by 9 p.m. Since I get up at 5 a.m., that is when I need to go to bed to get the mythical eight hours of sleep. However, there's always just one more thing that I want to do before turning in. Tonight, I remembered that I needed to soak my foot in Epsom salts for twenty minutes (I have an infected hangnail). Then, I decided that I could take care of a few other little tasks at my desk while I soaked.
So, I'm going to be at least 30 minutes in the hole for the night, again.
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R,
Just surfed by to check out how you're doing. Congrats on the job! I don't think you're a prude, I think you're a paranoid* prude... just kidding. Cheers.
Your R from Chicago
(*if you google me, in addition to myself I am also apparently a NASCAR fan and a Christian gospel singer. Who knew?)
You croon gospel while driving at 150 mph? Good plan. Might get you into the pearly gates upon impact. :)
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