Monitor Hypnosis

My head is vacant. A big black void. Every so often a dangling nerve ending will fire a command to a random receptor, causing my fingers to type, my face to twitch, and my lungs to breathe. My body craves nothing more than to shut down for 8-10 good hours of dream-filled sleep, but I am fighting these urges with coffee and sugar and the occasional act of half-assed masochism… like holding my breath or my bladder for extended periods of time. My bladder always wins. It’s embarrassing.

Tonight, I will continue to deprive my body of precious sleep with a group outing to see ‘No Country For Old Men’. My vacant head is psyched.