REST NOW MY CHILD

It's now 5:30AM and I've tried to sleep. Sue has been down for an hour and a half, but the Sandman is proving to be a slippery little prick. I can't seem to snag his attention. I keep having flashbacks, my knees shake, my hands reach up in the air, as if I'm at the stage again and it's like I'm there. I giggle. Over and over, until I realize I've become delirious. Excuse me, but how old am I? Oh right, I'm the most immature 40 year old I know. The grin is still wide and I swear I can hear the opening notes of Bad. Obviously no one told them I was coming (right Daniel?) or they wouldn't have played it. Maybe they just didn't get the message. Now I'm laughing out loud. Shhhh, don't wake Sue. She's mean when she's tired. Sleep..............must try.

"I'm not sleeping, oh no, no, no................"

How do you get over this experience?

D.