You're sitting there alone, it's close to 2 am and every body else is “dead" in their sacks. You have no clue where this whole insomnia business crept from. You pick up the phone to see if the discount has reached zenith, but then you recall how your last credit was used to call Suzie, Oh god! What about…?
In a rather zombie manner, you walk by the study table, with all its clustered pages of "logies" and theories, and finally get that "wetparty" DVD playing for like the 87th time! Are you sick?
