In Which I Pray

I got like three hours of sleep, sum total. Another night (day) where I was exceptionally sensitive to outside noise. I wish I weren't such a light sleeper.

Dear Superman,

Praise to thee. If you get the time, sir, could you do whatever within your power to help me get a good night's (day's) sleep? I know you can do it, Superman. Also, do something about this Mad Cow stuff. I'd prefer my brain to not become any spongier or full of holes than already it is, just because I ate a brain matter taco at Taqueria el Camino.

Peace Out,

Tommy