Drowsey Prior to Love Story

Goodness, all I want to do is sleep, and drop off like a heroin
addict nodding off all the time.
But I want to finish writing the novel I am arriving in Avingnon
Plus tard avec American Express in order to squeeze from the grape
fruit of the vine some ego management potion to allow me to screw
but stay awake until the climatic end. As things go now, I fall asleep in the dark damp wet cavelike hole.
What gives?
I wrote this in my sleep? Yes. but I peeped.
This will end up in someone's death, especially if one drives!