I can't sleep anymore, so the next clay picture was the first thing to cross my mind.
I wonder who came up with the idea of counting sheep when you're sleepy, and if they were outside
where there really were sheep to count.
Counting anything works, though, because counting (and anything to do with math) is boring.
Well, sometimes it works. Sometime I try to count backward from 100, but I never make it to zero. Not because
I fell asleep, but because I got bored and started thinking about a giant clock counting down the last days/years
of the universe somewhere, along with other comforting thoughts.