Sleep? I think it's overrated

She is an admitted slow reader, The Lord of the Rings was finished in the same amount of time as a baby is baked. She would be embarrassed by the length of time the same book could be seen on her bedside locker. Reading a film review or whatever on Aertel with br/others always proved a challenge as she would have to blaze through, neglecting many (often important) words to ensure she was ready when the br/others were. This festive season however saw her reading to beat the band even though the page numbers didn't seem to be getting that much bigger. You see, when me wan was bate up with the flu, sweating and wheezing and drippin with shnot she realised she didn't like leaving her mind to her own devices.
Her dreams were uncomfortably close to disturbing and outright annoying. She awoke from these irritating dreams (or dreamt she did) in a sickly sweat and agitated state. Why the feck do they have to be ANNOYING she demanded the darkened room. A chestbone cracking cough, a decent slug of water and an exasperated whimper couldn't rid that horrid feeling of being annoyed, pestered, upset by the creations of her own head. She reasoned it was the feverish temperatures but she also reasoned that she was reasoning with herself so couldn't be happy with that excuse. When sleep wouldn't come back and her thoughts drifted she annoyed herself again by thinking about all the things she had wanted to do but never did, all the things she told herself never to do again but did with an ease and disregard, weaknesses were prodded and poked, pillowed were punched and flipped and sleep was begged to come back for all is forgiven. And sure as eggs is eggs, it did, this time more uncomfortable and with weirder dreams. Sure, at least it wasn't reality, wha?
So she says, feck this, I'm not allowing myself to beat myself up over and over again whenever things get a bit quiet, I need to keep the auld brainbox occupied. So the friend with the curly hair's books were bust out and she dove in size 3's first. Nice companion a book, she thought, if I don't like it sure I can start another, no offence caused wha? A nice bit of whisht upstairs for a while an all. Not a nice feeling that. Ara, read another chapter, it's an interesting book!!
A book a day keeps the men in the white coats away! Ay oh!