Why I can’t sleep even more than Hemant tonight.

I’m currently in an ever-failing quest to one-up Hemant.

Hemant is whining about his Chipotle burrito keeping him awake.  Well, if AIM status is any indication, he’s already gone to sleep.

I still can’t sleep.

My blood/alcohol level is probably best represented by a ratio: 1 part blood to 40 parts pure ethanol.

In fact, it took me about 30 minutes to write this short post without any spelling mistakes.

I win? I fail? I don’t know.