i've come to the conclusion that i would really get more sleep done if it weren't for the bags upon bags full of yarn sitting on the floor in my room. unfortunately there is indeed yarn ... on my floor ... in a massive pile that seems to expand outwards on its own ...
me: ::yawn:: oh boy, i'm really tired. time for sleeps! ::turns off lights and lies down in bed::
yarn: whoa! hang on here! what do you think you're doing?!?! what's this? sleep?!?! who the *bleep* needs sleep?!?!
me: i do, now hush up so i can get some zzzz's.
yarn: aww come on, laura! look at us. we're all just sitting here wasting away. we need a purpose. we need to be crocheted. you know you want to ...
me: ... i do ... but that's beside the point. i have work in the morning, and so sleep demands more attention at the time. i'll crochet you into something soon. i will ... i just need time.
yarn: oh come on! you have time right now! just a little bit of crocheting, and we'll shut up. promise.
::yarn lurking towards the bed::
me: sleep ...
yarn: no, no. crochet.
me: oh bejeezies! how the frak did you get on my frakking bed! you were over there ... and now you're here ...
yarn: CROCHET!!!!
me: fine! 15 minutes, but that's it!
yarn: acceptable!
one hour later ...
me: sleep ... now ... zzzz
yarn: BWAHAHAHAHAHA
my imagination and brain are completely separate entities from me ...
