Awhile ago, a little over a year, I started entertaining myself by rewriting one of my favorite poems by Edgar Allen Poe, the famous poem you probably know: The Raven. At first, I was just going to do a simple version, but as I was writing it, I was challenged to actually take the time to do my absolute best at matching the poem’s meter. Where possible, I’d keep a rhyme. It took quite some time, but I finished it. It’s a silly poem, really, but I had fun writing it. I’d hope that if Mr. Poe had read such a parody when he was still alive that he might…

I overdid it yesterday with pizza and I had soda for the first time in 9 weeks. It just about demolished my sleep. It’s as if my sleep was  a gentle feather that should have lightly rested upon the bed, but NO! Along comes a hammer and smashes that poor little feather. Then comes a little demon that plucks every barb. Finally comes the nonexistent God Imamessyersleepup that liquifies the barbs and blasts them with unholy fire. Yeah, I didn’t sleep well. I also had a ton of bad dreams.  At least one had a fire in it that I tried to put out. So the morale of the story,…