We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. - The Tempest, Shakespeare - But what do you do when you can't sleep ? I, for one, count sheep , and it works on most times (although as a child, it was easier to imagine goats than sheep cuz my grandfather's home was next to a goat farm that fortunately didn't belong to us. But yea, counting goats was not the same as counting sheep cuz I never liked them goats - they stared. Then again, I also hated Granfather's chickens - they chased. Damn birds with agression issues). View from cousin Lorna's house in Kendal, Lake District Close-up : Sheep dotting the green grass - a peaceful sight I LOVED this place and still do :) Last night was a struggle as I tossed and turned, and finally wriggled out of bed and got onto Twitter to moan about my sleepless state (I think the caffeine from our Desk meeting did me in but thank heavens I wasn't palpitating). Just the night ...
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