to new levels of sloth achieved with a laptop

i am lying in bed using the computer half asleep because i am bored and because i can. a tinny melody keeps plinking around in my head, and i like the mood it sets at this hour of night, though it's only me and it's only in my head. ...and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except maybe the hamster and the fish, but not even a mouse. but all i can say is, i better be asleep before the birds start chirping and the light appears on the horizon or else i will become horribly depressed and horribly pissed off at myself. coconuts keep invading my thoughts. for many reasons, first there's the lime, and also there's the cooking. also kill bill, unless that would be terribly cliche to put coconuts in? it seems like there should be many more coconuts in my days. what i wouldn't give for a pina colada...ho hum. humperdinck. where's that from? humperdinckle bread? hehe. king bidgood's in the bathtub, and he won't get out...oh who knows what to do? oh who knows what to do? gosh darn. i've wondered about that book all these long years, and it was on amazon all along. i wondered if i just imagined the whole thing up, along with the slideshow and the singing and the deep baritone voice, if it never really existed at all, if i was just off my rocker. but it's there. and darn expensive. i do so enjoy tales such as these. i do so enjoy stories. whimsical children's stories or adventure stories or fairy tales. nothing too sad or horrifying. i miss the light, fun books that aren't a gigantic hole you fall into for a few days and then crawl out of haggard and spent. maybe it's time to try a different tactic. brush off the dust and crack the cover of a history of pi.

all of a sudden it's very quiet. too quiet. must investigate. or go to sleep. da dum. da dum. ...goodnight.