A gentleman has many desires, and rake has more. I would like nightly fireworks display, areas of major urban centers dedicated as preserves for exotic animals, rich widows, but most importantly of late sleep.
That blissful respite from the waking world, a round trip to the land of nod, that priceless commodity, slumber. Sadly this has eluded me except in the briefest of snippets for the past week, or when I have slept it has been for giant hibernationatorial stretches of time and has ruined my day. So what do I have to do, what unfathomable faceless entity do I have to prostrate myself to to gain entrance to this sublime state of nightly unconsciousness. Should I worship at the alter of Nyquil, or simply deprive myself in order to enter into sleep. Perhaps I should simply bludgeon myself at the end of the evening. Decided, bludgeoning shall commence this evening.
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