Last night I didn't get to sleep right away. I suppose it could have been the excitement of watching football or having a cup of coffee at 7:30 in the evening. I decided that I didn't want to put J through my spastic rolling around in the sack, so I went out in the sofa to stare at the ceiling and try to get comfortable. At 2:00 in the morning I thought of how terrible my situation was for not sleeping. Whenever I think my lot in life is beginning to suck and clouds form on the horizon, I always go back to this scene in "Young Frankenstein." It makes me laugh and realize I just take myself way too seriously...
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