No Sleep

At first it was great. Despite my inability to sleep, I would rise feeling perfectly rested. I could lie supine in imitation of this holy rite & after only several minutes start up refreshed and ready to take up the pursuit of my choice. Unaccustomed to this new liberty from Slumber's shackles, I passed the first night itinerant in aimless and haphazard wanderings. Soon, however, I began to use these extra hours productively: I independently invented calculus and devised a feasible model for a helicopter-prototype.

But gift horses seldom come with pearly-whites and often they have fangs concealed behind their freakish chops. For although after several days the entire household had adopted my happily insomniacal behaviour and in these endless hours of productivity devised some of the most wonderous inventions that a person could imagine (since digested by the bowels of the peste de insomnio), it did not take long before we had trouble to remember. I couldn't tell the days but soon it was this:

One of the few to resist el peste de insomnio

Grandma, the last to resist the plague's effects, with characteristic lucidity, devised this ingenious means to circumvent the inconveniences of memory-loss. But this is palliative. We all know the only cure is raw-garlacke but have been thus far simply unwilling to accept the consequences of this panacea's application.