If a drink spills in the forest...

This whole week has been blah. I know that I am in need of a change, but I am too tired to even start thinking about it.

Every night I wake up about fifty times because my arms fall asleep. I don't know how I keep laying or what is happening, but I can't go for an hour without my hands and/or arms getting all tingly and numb. It is frustrating. If there is a reason for this, I wish somebody would tell me.
In my old hypochondriac days I would have already assumed that this meant something really bad is wrong with me.
Right now, I am willing to give my appendages the benefit of the doubt.

At least I still look forward to sleep... there is nothing better.

Except maybe doing things that make going to sleep even better, like staying up for days or weeks partying and dancing and just simply going crazy.
Sleeping after one of those marathons is the sweetest sleep...
and now I will finish the rest of the title
... will you have time to make it to the depanneur for another?