As many of you know, sleeping is the one thing that I’m not very good at. There are actually PLENTY of things that I’m not good at but I just ignore those. Sleep, however, is hard to ignore.
So what do I do when I can’t sleep? Mostly, I lie in bed and think about stupid things. Like the fact that, yes, Virginia, there is no laundry fairy and that I’m pretty sure that both Jonathan and Samantha complained that they had no clean clothes and did I forget to throw a load of laundry in???
Or I look things up on the internet only to discover that the word “many” in Latin is POLI, which is a buffet supper of food-for-thought for the hamster who just loves to put two and two together even though I’m not really good at math.
Polio . . . Polished . . . Police . . . Polite . . .
Then the hamster stops at the word “politics”.
POLI (many) + TICS (facial spasms) and the hamster starts to think about an old boyfriend I dated about three lifetimes ago and who I thought I really liked until I discovered that he was a compulsive liar.
Every time he lied he would get this nervous tic in his left cheek that would make his eye twitch. (No, Brian, I did not break up with you because your eye twitched. I broke up with you because you lied. About everything.)
You would think that after all this turning around in circles, the hamster would just collapse out of exhaustion but NOOOOOOOO.
The hamster is not satisfied until I get my sleep-deprived ass back out of bed to write about this epic discovery of where the word “politician” derives from.