Restless

I’m restless. I can’t stand still. I’m typing this as I walk along the side of the freeway. I like walking along the freeway because of the nice breeze from the cars.

Even when I’m laying in bed I’m constantly rolling back and forth. Recently I was rolling so often that the friction caused the sheets to catch fire. I leapt out of bed. The bed was engulfed in flames. I danced around the mattress inferno until it went out. Then I went and slept on the couch. I was pretty exhausted and fell asleep right away, so I don’t know if I was shifting around a lot or not.