The Beatles

"I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink
I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink
I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink
No no no." (Well, maybe...)

Whenever I am tired this is what plays over and over in my head. Again and again. And I am tired all right. So tired, I haven't slept a wink. Okay, well to be honest, last night I slept a little better than usual. It's been a couple weeks.
I'm on steroids.
Yes, to bulk myself up. I'm going to be in a weight lifting competition and I need an edge. I'm not that big you know.

I have an allergy of sorts. It sucks. It makes me itchy. I don't know what it's from. I'm not using new detergent or soap or shampoo or anything. My doctor called it idio something or other because the proverbial "they" might not ever figure out exactly what's causing it. I guess "they're" idiots. Cool. Next I'm off to the Allergist. I'm hoping for lots of needles. That sounds like fun. Almost as much fun as going halfway to insane on no sleep and steroids while itching away through the night.
My neck itches right now.
Maybe an acupuncturist. Maybe at tattoo artist. Maybe whoever can make it stop. Suggestions? Bueller, Bueller?
Mark B. are you enjoying this nonsense? Let's see... would we rather read about Mickey getting smacked upside the head "Cesar style," or me and my itching? It's a toss up. Both are fun subjects. Both have something of importance to offer the world.
Not as much as Lora and her 3 degrees of separation from Kevin Bacon. This was a good one. You should go read that. It's much more interesting than my skin disorder.
I think I should take those Beatles advice now. :)

Actually THIS is really cool. Go check it out. For real. You'll like it. You! I am talking to YOU! Not you, you. :) Some seriously cool pictures of the world...not my dog Mickey.