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I try everything. I count sheep. One. Two. Three. Four thousand. After that I stop. My mind reels at the significance of owning a dream sheep farm. The money, the noise, all that sheep poop…


I feel like an inhabitant of Macondo in Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude who succumbs to the insomnia plague. Maybe if I wrote down the names and purposes of the things in my apartment I would get a good night’s sleep. For example:


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BAMBI AND THUMPER

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Joy to the worst (or assorted Christmas musings that add up to nothing)

By Igan D’Bayan | December 22, 2006 - 12:00am

Igrew up reading Mad magazine, along with Jingle magazine’s Grin Page (which pretty much explains the sub-normal way I look at the world).

Young Star

The wild sleep chase

By Igan D’Bayan | October 21, 2005 - 12:00am

I can’t sleep. I try everything. I count sheep. One. Two. Three. Four thousand. After that I stop. My mind reels at the significance of owning a dream sheep farm. The money, the noise, all that sheep poop… I...

Young Star