O sleeplessness, you bear

Aug 16 2001 Kelly Norton
O sleeplessness, you bear the intoxicants of a Dionysian wine! And though I abhor the long nights of work, the fatigue grants such great power against the everydayness, the general reality, that consumes the majority of a life. It also seems to revoke the greater part of writing skills, as I'm sure is obvious. Once, after over fifty conscious hours, I discerned as I thought, along the roadside, a flock of claymation sheep very closely resembling those in the Wallace & Gromit film "A Close Shave." I'm serious, it did happen.