The Poet: My Belly’s Full

My belly’s full,
Now seems like the perfect time to sleep,
But, there’s so much work to push and pull,
I don’t have time to settle down and drift down deep.

My homework is done,
That is true,
But, I have to write a metric ton,
If I ever want to bid my day job adieu.

My eyelids grow heavy,
And, heavier still,
I’ve a burden of dreams to carry,
But it all amounts to nil.

And now the decision must be made,
Do I chose the sweet tea or raspberry lemonade?

Ryan S. Kinsgrove


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Sleeping Destroyed

So, this totally isn’t the post I wanted to make today. I was planning on starting my Arkham Rat series today, one I’m going to try to turn into a regular Friday feature, but I thought it was Thursday when I got up this morning and didn’t set it up to post. 

That being said, I do have a topic I’ve had in mind for a while. One that I’ve been thinking about for years in fact. It’s about sleep.

I have a terrible time getting to sleep. But when I do get to sleep I’m damn near impossible to wake up. I’ve never found an alarm clock that will wake me up. And I know this is super frustrating for my wife because I depend on her to get me up, like I’m a damn 10 year old getting ready for school. 😑

Anyway, I’ve had a solution to it tumbling around I my head since I first heard about the condition. 

There are people in the world who are permanent insomniacs. Due to some insane circumstance they’re not able to sleep. Not at all. Zip. Zero. Zilch. They still have to lay down for a couple of hours to allow their minds some rest, but other than that they don’t sleep.

For me that seems like a godsend. Exactly what I need to get ahead in life. I’ve toyed with the idea of having the sleep center of my brain surgically destroyed to create this condition. And each time I think about it, I know there’s not a doctor on the face of this earth that would preform the procedure. Not for the amount of money I could offer for it anyway. (Which is practically $0 by the way. Mainly because my wife wouldn’t let me. 😆) 

Meaning I’ve got to find some other way of coping with my sleeping problems. When I figure it out I’ll let you in on the secret. And if you have any suggestions, please feel free to leave them in the comments. And if you might want to help the blog grow, consider liking and sharing it on all your social media networks. I would be super appreciative, and might consider naming my first born after you. 

Anywho, that’s all for now.

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