Remember to blink

Daylight savings time can kiss my sweet patoot. (FYI-patoot is another word for keister) And so can anyone who likes it or thinks it is a good idea or even feels ambivalent about it. This week I feel like I am starring in a Dawn of the Dead remake. How long can you sit on the couch and stare into space before your family should be concerned and/or very annoyed? I may get the answer to that before Sunday night. Maybe if I didn't drool so much it would buy me a little more time. If I don't get a decent amount of sleep soon, I am going to start sounding like Charlie Brown's teacher. I know. I know. That couldn't make this blog any worse but it might make it more difficult when I order pizza. I guess if I still can't sleep in the next week or so, I can finish the rest of my David Hasselhoff poetry book and post every last poem on this blog.....