and a flyswatter

i didnt get very good sleep last night...bad dreams.

the kind where you have several in a night and each one has its own distinct beginning and ending and for each one you think to yourself, 'here we go again.'

and when you finally wake up, all you can do is lay there for a moment and wonder, 'jesus...am i awake, or is this just going to continue?"

the kind that leave you restless on a day that you want to get things done.

the kind that means you only give a half assed laugh when you find Ernest Scared Stupid on tv.

and a flyswatter