Rocks my socks

Sleep evades those with much to think about, and it is usually those people who are in need of sleep the most. Such is my life at the moment. Ever the hard sleeper, it takes me quite a long time to get to a blissful state of unconsciousness. However, I think I may have found a cure for all my problems, and could perhaps launch the biggest trend of the 21st century. Or just a cure for all my problems.

Though my body is perpetually cold, (especially while in bed, layereing blankets upon my person), I never sleep with socks on. Ever. Something about the feeling of fabric against my appendages just doesn't sit well with me while I'm trying to sleep. And though I cannot vouch from personal experience, I can imagine that sleeping with some one wearing socks ins't the most pleasurable sensation. The other night after rehearsals, I undressed and got into bed, completely neglecting to remove my thick, woolen socks (so worn due to cold temperatures finally arriving to this accursed region).

I have discovered that the wearing of socks is directly proportional to sleeping well at night. After waking up the next morning completely refreshed, having slept throught the entire night soundly, I realized that said appendage coverings were still in place. "Hhmm" I though to myself, "must try this again tonight." And so I did. Oh frabjous day, I recieved another night of contented slumber. I have since worn socks every evening when climbing into bed (save one night when I thought it was too warm, and ended up tossing and turning for hours).

Conclusion: there is a direst correlation to the wearing of sock (esp. thick woollen) and blissful sleep.

Now that I've got this one finished, off to go work on that incrediblt time machine, make a turkey sandwich, and rid the world of lepoard print. And Cher.