Granted, except then the words start flowing and you can't make yourself stop no matter how much you really need to sleep or work.
So, you end up sleep-deprived and cranky eventually alienating everyone you know and losing your job due to your inability to arrive at work on time/at all. And you can't type anymore because you have carpal tunnel syndrome, but it's not bad enough to qualify for disability. The only job you can get is being a greeter at Wal-Mart--one that smells perpetually like empty beer bottles.
I wish they would start selling Flakes at the stores here.
