I Can't Sleep

Yep. No sleep here. Not a wink.

I have some ideas for dares that are bouncing around inside my head, but so far I've been unable to consolidate them into anything sensible.

Weird.

And annoying. Annoyingly weird, you might say.

One of the ideas seems to stemming from a response I posted to someone else asking for a dare...I forget the post, but it involved making a thong out of rubber bands. Y'know, tying or looping them together to make a stretchy, pinchingly annoying undergarment. Why this is so stuck in my head, I have no idea. Maybe I'm just fixated on rubber? Is this the start of a fetish? How do fetishes get started? Is it a gradual thing, or does one just realize one day that they've been fetishized? Weird things interest me.

Annoying things.

Annoyingly weird things...especially at almost 3am when I should be sleeping.

Another thought, on roughly the same wavelength, involves an undergarment made solely from paperclips strung together. I can see some vague possibilities there, but, once again, nothing concrete. Nothing clear.

Weird.

And still annoying.

Weirdly annoying. <psych> Bet you thought I was going to say annoyingly weird again, right?

But then Beetlejuice would have appeared and I'm naked. That would be awkward.

Ok...maybe this weird rumination will clear my mind enough to let the sandman come calling...please?