hilarious...

... how much I am writing, isn't it? I found out that I barely breathe at night, leaving me sleep and oxygen deprived and VERY tired at all times. Now I know that it is not a tumor though, that is turning my brain to mush. I have ever oh so slowly turned into a zombie and to me it is absolutely clear, that zombies probably do not make for good writers. On the other hand, it can be fun to write about zombies... but while my brain is still in it's fried stage, I shall pour another glass of Riesling and watch some Nova or Frontline or similar smart television and wait with the tales of moose encounters, sleep studies and achievement of cosmic balance.