Damn blanket! or Workblogging edition #89746787789984899

So it's Monday. UH huh, it sure is. Looks like Monday (gray & gloomy), smells like Monday (coffee & rain) & sounds like Monday (yawnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn), well hell, guess it is then. Here I was, hoping for another day of rest.
I had a question for a christian friend of mine the other day & the answer he gave me, well.....wasn't what I was looking for. Christians, most anyway , seem to think 'satan' causes them to do evil. But when they die, theyre supposed to go to hell & be punished. OK, so if satan causes you to 'sin', why would he punish you for doing it?
Seems like theres a big ol party goin on down there, by way of that reasoning.
My way of thinking? A part of me wants t believe in reincarnation, another thinks, when youre dead. Youre D.E.A.D. Thats the end of it. Kind of like the way I feel this morning. Bleh. Just....bleh.
Sleep seems elusive, a hundred million things going on in my head & wont let me sleep, why cant i just tell those ashsoles to STFU, already?Eyes are barely staying open here, keep closing, I swear, I can hear that damn red fuzzy blankie calling me from home. (velvety whispery tones) "Curl up under me.....wrap me around you....let me caress you in my fuzzy warm goodness....."
UIRGGGGGGGGGG SHhhhhhhhhhh.
"Blanket", I say (cuz I talk to it in my head, I'm just cool like that)
"You need to be quiet. Its hard to get work done with you talking"
Mmmmmmmmmm, Im all soft & warm..."
"BE quiet blanket!"
"love me...............cuddle with me.........."
"LALALALALALALA I can't hear you!"(fingers in ears)
Finally I shut that bitch up, by closing my eyes, ACK! I can hear it in my sleep deprived dreams!