yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
My moment of terror:
There I was lying wide awake in our king size bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to Señora and the The Wee Dog breathing, but in not rhythm. Then it suddenly dawned on me, I was THAT guy!
Ouch.
You mean the guy who stares at the ceiling instead of sleeping?