When I have free time, there are many things that I enjoy doing. I love watching TV, reading and if I can force myself, writing for you all. However, the thing that I adore the most is sleeping. Sleeping is like chocolate. Its good. When you sleep, you enter a world of fairies and unicorns, princesses and makeup parties. (No, that’s only you Julian. Don’t you dare mock my manhood.) Those adventures are also known by the less commonly used term “dreams.” They happen arbitrarily and often contain exciting sequences of action, excitement and visits to petting zoos. (I’m finished with you Julian.) Also, sleeping helps the sleeper health-wise. You wake up with more energy and are invigorated for the rest of the afternoon. See, you learn something new everyday. (Everyone knew that except for you Julian.)
If any of you all don’t know, I live in New York City, only the greatest place ever. Anyway, in our fair city, it is quite loud. Also, there are many exciting events that occur and fun people to see. Therefore, a combination of all of those elements does not make it easy for me to sleep. Between sneaking out to go to clubs and buying earplugs, I have very little time to sleep. Instead, I often find myself power napping in Washington Square Park, but only if the homeless people don’t bother me. The point of this post was to tell you that sleeping is good, you should do it more often, and that I need money to distract the gang of suspicious-looking homeless men quickly approaching me.
Please, I only desired rest. Why are you all removing your shirts? Is that hair? What gender are you? Where are you taking me?