Sometimes Being an Evil Genius Isn't All it's Cracked Up to Be...

I can feel the flushing heat from my cheeks sinking deeper into the skin, sending oozing hot magmatic liquid flashing through my veins, where it is now gathering in deep pools of red behind my eyes. And the tendons in my neck have been replaced by cheap steel rods of rebar, which allow only minimal flexibility, almost none at all. I look at the clock up on my wall. One hand is on the four the other halfway between five and six. I cannot sleep though. I must not sleep. Not until my evil genius plan to take over the world has come to fruition may I then rest my weary eyes.
But wait…
If I were to take over the world with the evil secret plan I have now, then I most definitely would not be able to then rest my eyes once it was completed. I’d have too many enemies at that point, and from strict and rigorous sleep deprivation, I would be too paranoid to sleep…
Oh crap on a stick! What the hell am I supposed to do then?
It looks like I need to start over on a new secret plan that involves this very factor within it this time. Well, it looks like there is going to be no sleep for me this year either.
*sigh*