Insomnia Veritas....................

I had about 7 good months of sleeping like a regular person after nearly three years of almost no sleep. I am capable of overstatement for emphasis, regard the judicious use of hyperbole as a valuable tool in the service of articulating an idea, and occasionally employ exaggeration in the way of verbal slapstick..........................
I am engaging none of these devices when I say that, short of suffering the tortures that accompany some horrific, wasting disease, going without sleep for any extended period of time is as close to experiencing a taste of hell on earth as I care to come.
Neither am I embellishing the facts when I say that after said period of sleeplessness the few intervening months of regualr sleep had its equivalence in terms of sheer comfort and relief only in a diet of Mother's milk and a bottomless sack of blowjobs.
So ..............I'm back to not sleeping.
Don't know why..................
I thought perhaps it might be just a minor setback, so I didn't say anything about it...........but now it's official. You read it here.
Twenty eight years working one of the most irregular jobs on the planet and I never had the sleep and fatigue issues that were chronic among my co-workers in the industry.
I'm certain that the problems I've had with it since are accident related but I've yet to find a doctor that isn't more afraid of crossing an H M O than he is of misdiagnosing a patient.
(Hilary, darlin', I'm voting for you even if you wind up giving blow-jobs in the oval office closet.......................................*didja notice how I got blowjobs into this post twice?*)
Last night I was sitting on the couch not sleeping and not smoking..........................miserable and tired and totally incapable of falling asleep.
So I went for a walk.................
Now, the last couple of times I've walked any distance to speak of I've developed some fairly severe blisters on the balls of my feet.....................(not on my balls, I'm not that old!)
So I decided to see how I would fare walking barefoot.
Warning: I am a professional, do not attempt to follow my logic .........(unless of course you are a Jesuit) .......................severe brain injury or death could occur.
I walked nearly 6 miles mostly on paved (rough asphalt) country roads..............
I don't have any blisters to speak of on the balls of my feet.....................
The entire bottom of both heels are covered by giant blisters.......................
I'm still awake.........................
I'm still miserable and tired................
But now I know why........................I'm wound up like an eight day clock, my feet hurt like the dickens and I walked for two hours.
If you know why ......................it's ok.

Thus endeth the entry.......................