The Philosophy of Me

Dark thoughts & thrashings.  That's also sometimes called a good sleep. Yeah, not really. It's hard when even your sleep is filled with disappointments, odd doings, strange phenomena. You have a big speech to give to a very large, expectant crowd. You are just to step up to the microphone, and you realize, you have no idea what you are going to say. You decide you will improvise. You turn to a friend to ask her for some last minute advice, and she says: "I believe in the Philosophy of Me." You get to the microphone, smile at the crowd, open your mouth to speak, and the alarm clock rings. You shoot out of bed like you were shot out of a cannon. Not sure if you are happy or disappointed. You wonder what you were going to say.