I suffer from occasional bouts of insomnia, but only really when I’m doing things like organising a fight show, trying to sell my house and buy a new one, and dealing with the tax man. Like right now for example. If anyone wants to take pity on me and my tax bill they can leave a blank cheque on my desk. I won’t even embarrass either of us by asking who put it there.
I actually have a headache too, from getting hit in the head. It’s hardly a new thing but it hasn’t happened in a while and tonight I really got my bell rang by the Kiddie Krippler. He gave me a sore jaw last week and a real whopper of a headache tonight. Oh I can’t wait until after Christmas when I’m fight training and he’s fat, instead of vice versa as it is now. I’ve even encouraged him to go out and buy new sparring gloves, which you can all thank me for by leaving a blank cheque on my….
Ah I think the warm milk is kicking in, so I’ll hit the scratcher again and finish this tomorrow. Good night fellow insomniacs.