I have been on a particularly long run of insomnia lately and I have to confess that I am not the most creative human while I toss and turn trying in vain to fall asleep. Most of the content that flits in and out of the neuron holder is drivel. Senseless, crazy drivel. The last absolutely brilliant idea was to give all my pals stripper names and let them try and figure out who they were as the stories unfold. Although the idea sounded fun and a little wacky, once I used up Bambi and Barbie I was stumped! (I already have a friend named Bambi and she was not named for her pole dancing abilities. Strictly for the love of deer. Which is weird all in itself!) Apparently my stripper name knowledge is not extensive. So once I discovered I have no imagination at all in the creation of new stripper names, at least at three in the morning, I moved on to chocolate bars. Mostly because I had watched a re-run of the best show ever - Sex in the City - and there was a reference to Mr. Big in the episode. It occurred to me shortly after that not a single one of my friends would like to be referred to as "Oh Henry", "Eat More" or "Butterfinger". Don't get me wrong here I had a fabulous time coming up with sufficient chocolate bar names like: Bounty, Cherry Blossom, Big Turk, Crunchie and of course Skor (like Thor?). Just to put the name to the character would be an issue.
I am infinitely grateful that I do not sleepwrite or sleepblog. I am positive I would confuse myself as well as you all!
