Dear Sleep,

Please come back to me...

I've been to this site several times and every site like it that every existed. I've checked the news 10 times and the sports news more times than I can count or would ever like to count (by the way, counting sheep does not help).

I have filled out five or six NCAA brackets and my two fantasy baseball teams are well prepared for there perspective drafts// maybe too prepared.

I have finished all my work for tomorrow (well almost all of it) and even some work that I didn't have to do but decided to do it anyways.

I have watched Sportscenter three times in a row, and have finished off my TIVO of The Simpson's, The Daily Show, The Colbert Report and Craig Ferguson. In fact I recorded more stuff over the last couple of hours, including Family Guys which I have watched millions of times and Robot Chicken which doesn't air again till 3:15, but I new I would still be up, unable to find you anywhere. Lost in the abyss.

I don't know what else to do. I am completely out of ideas. I am so bored and now my laptop battery is about to dye and I really don't feel like going all the way over to my desk to charge it, yet you still are elusive to me.

I wonder where you could have gone. I miss you. Please come home and bless me with your presence. I promise I will never forget you again. All the neglect, it is no wonder why you left, but I am willing to change. I just need another shot.

The front light will be on, the bed will be warm, and I will be waiting, if you so choose to be mine again. I can even provide a warm glass of milk if you would like to spice things up a bit. You have always known I like it a little kinky.

Yours forever,

Love,

Sleepless in Atlanta