Even the best at something have their down days. Baseball players have their slumps, racecar drivers get into accidents, and Sean Connery... well, actually Sean is the exception, that man is awesome. The point is, even if you are the absolute best at something, one day you are going to find it difficult to do that thing. For me, that day is today.

Normally I am really good at sleeping. I can work a solid 16 hour night most days. Eight hours of sleep, in my world, is replaced with eight hours of awake (Pro basketball players get sneaker deals for their success, how about some sponsorship for me? You heard me Serta...). Tonight, however, I seem to be having trouble doing so (which might not be a problem if I had an endorsement deal -- instead of AeroBed, they could sell an AeroBrian... oh yeah). There was an almost athletic degree of tossing and/or turning going on there for a while. I have to admit, I am a touch out of breath.

I don't really know what's causing this though, but I do know how I intend to cure it. By taking a heavy dose of God's own natural elixir - probably a distilled form of Ambrosia or something -- NyQuil. One of the models for truth in advertising, when those fuckers tell you that they're gonna help you get your Z's, by God they intend to give you some goddamned Z's whether you want it or not... Usually you want it though, why else would you drink that vile tasting crap?

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