Ever sipped Chicken Noodle Soup straight out of a family size can at Two thirty in the morning while contemplating the next moves of three different people who only exist in your head and the rammifications they might have on the figments of other peoples imaginations? No? Strange, must just be me. I like the people up here, some are scary, some are nice, some just gimme a headache if I think too hard about them. They don't like to be concentrated on, makes them feel like I'm prying. I hate to pry in the first place, and the headaches aren't worth it.
It's a full time job having to keep everythingin line, if everything wasn't in lines it'd probably go in circles, and we can't have bubbles up here, no siree. In less time than it takes to get out the cutting board you'd have freshly ground insanity running rampant up there, and probably out here too...
I'd hate to actually be insane, I stare into the teeth of madness enough, it's not a fun place, colorful...but not really all that fun. Always intersting though.
Why am I watching infomercials? I hate these things. They remind me of Billy Mays. Now that he's gone I feel like Mundungus Filch - "Gawd Ah miss tha screamin'"
Contemplate bed? I should say not! More like time to contemplate what it means to be a hero...