I'm so sleepy.

There ain't much thats bad about living in a Black household. But when it's bad, it's bad. How is it that niggas can come in the house after 10 pm with some hot ass Church's Chicken?? And talking like everyone in the house is up? WHY IS A CHICKEN PLACE OPEN SO LATE? In the hood? Where everything has closed at 8 pm since the LA Riots? Didn't they get the damn memo? Cold business. See, I go to bed early any damn way. Whenever I feel like it. I don't give an explanation, an excuse, you might not even get a "good night". If I feel like knockin out, then thats just what the hell I'mma do. I ain't got shit to prove to nobody by staying up late. If I was that damn grown and sexy, I'd live in my own house by now. Anyway, I went to bed at like 10 pm last night because I was hella sleepy and gone offa that NyQuil again. By the way, did you know that Macaroni and Cheese can contribute to the prolonging of colds and various respiratory illness? The homie Reddy put me up on game about that. But I am not deterred. Macaroni foe life. But yeah. I was full and sleepy. So I go to bed. About 15 minutes later my house sounds like the damn club or something. Music hella loud, niggas hella loud, and yes. Chicken. And Kool-Aid. In an overabundance. So much chicken, pops had to get up outta bed and investigate. I went up to crash the impromptu party that seemed to be taking place. Basically it was Jr, his friends and Nisha (and then Dad since he got up to eat chicken). I told them to shut the hell up and save me a wing. Niggas felt bad for waking me up because I looked all sick and little and cute in my PJ's. One dude gave me a hug. I didn't want no hug though. I wanted to sleep. It was quiet for 5 minutes and the shit started up again. There is something about chicken that makes niggas too damn happy. Like on Undercover Brother when there was something in Billy Dee Williams' chicken that was making fools sell out. There's some kinda "Happy Chemical" in fried chicken. I may have to enlist Ted to figure that out since he knocked out the Turkey theory over Thanksgiving. Because it doesn't make any damn sense. And it always goes down like this. I'll be trying to sleep on a weekday, and here comes the Chicken Train, partying like its 1999 in my damn living room. I just don't get it. So now I am sleepy as hell. Them fools didn't quit until 2:30 am. I had to get here for 6. BOOO on churches chicken and on Junior for not saving his party at least until Thursday. Other than that BS of the night, I'm okay. I had a good day when I got home, to' that cake up. Got a couple of phone calls from the homies at LMU. I hadn't heard from them in a while, and it was nice to talk to them. Ain't to anxious to see them though. My dear Un-Colored friends... always tryin to have coffee somewhere, or "do lunch". Man, leave me alone. Ain't shit changed from 2002. I'm still mean and I don't wanna sit at Star.bucks. But it was nice to hear from the chicks. I am not working. I simply cannot work under this current distress I'm experiencing. I am so sleepy, there is no way I can be trusted to do a proper job in here. I could like, misidentify something and then someone will develop a gastrointestinal Salmonella typhi infection and it'll be all my fault. I could not have that on my conscience... no siree bob. Therefore, it's nap time. To the storeroom I go! Uh... I might be back later. Govern yourselves accordingly.