"Uh..." Donnie scratched his head. "Actually, they both make me sleep...unless I'm at a gig. You can't sleep then."
And he was already starting to feel tired. His words were sluggish, less well put together than Donnie knew they should be...a small part of him was sure he could hear the woman calling him too.
Yawning, he tried to shake it off and listen to the guy in front of him.
"I don't think sheel's an emotion," he aid, smiling, "but sure man. You got an email or somethin'?"
Outrageous things? Were they bad outrageous things or good outrageous things? The good were always welcome, but the bad weren't, mainly because they were...well, bad. "Sure man, he sounds like a trip." Maybe he was on one, it would explain the outrageous claims.