I’m having trouble sleeping. That’s never been a problem for me. Trouble in Benghazi in the middle of the night – snore.
But now, I’m having fitful sleeps. Nightmares are troublesome. Here are a few of the highlights:
In bed with Dangerous Donald – like a cheap porno. It’s a real sleep killer.
Obama won’t leave the White House – no matter where I turn, he’s there. And Michelle right there with him. Scary.
Julian Assange laughing at me as they drag me out in handcuffs. I look horrible in Orange…
But, I have another real problem. Not a nightmare…. Well, a real-life nightmare. I have a Secret Service agent who speaks to me. It started out as a head nod in the morning. I really tried to ignore him. The past few weeks he says something to me like “Good morning” or “Good Day” — it’s disgusting. What makes him think he can even look at me? Let alone actually speak to me? Speak words to me????? A lowly agent! Unbelievable. The Balls on this guy. I need to figure out what the equivalent of Siberia for Secret Service agents and send him there for punishment. That will teach him!
I’m taking a shot of vodka and going back to sleep.
More later.