Wynken, Blynken and Zod

Wynken, Blynken, and Zod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe. Sailed on a river of crystal light, into a sea of dew.

"Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old Moon asked the three.

"Revenge! We will kill the son of our jailer! Come to we, son of Jor-El! Kneel before Wynken, Blynken and Zod!"

While many of you reading this blog undoubtedly have lives that routinely lead you to sobbing relentlessly, howling your grief into the night until exhaustion pulls you into fitful unconsciousness, I quite often laugh (or at least giggle) myself to sleep.

The laughter isn't the shrieking, maniacal cackle of the unhinged, but rather a gentle chuckle that goes off and on for a few minutes before slumber. It annoys the wife greatly. I keep telling her it is just relief, the release of stresses at the end of the day as I finally relax, but it drives her crazy.

Is that weird? Am I the only one who giggles themselves to sleep? I can't believe I am the only one.