Saturday, September 17, 2016
liar liar pants on fire
Are you ready to be bored? Because apparently I *need* to write.
I was at a store where two men had a display up and were hawking therapeutic pillows. I accidentally made eye contact, but I had a migraine (what a surprise) and wasn't in the mood to be sold. One asked me if I was ready to get the best sleep of my life. I looked him dead in the eye and said, "I already do." That confused him for one whole second, but he was a consummate salesman and responded with a Big Gay Al "Fantastic!"
But I'm 99% sure it isn't lack of scientific pillows preventing me from sleeping well. I have a GIGANTIC pillow graveyard of previous pillows which were the second coming of the Sleep Messiah. They all failed. When I have a migraine, my pillow needs to be flawless. No lumps. Not too flat. Not too thick. Not too hard. Basically, it has to be the Goldilocks of pillows. I have different sizes on my bed for different moods and different sleep positions. I probably could have asked Pillow Dude for a job selling pillows, for how much I've studied pillows and sleep.
Ahh well, off to watch Formula One Singapore Grand Prix qualifying.