It's a funny little thing eschewing sleep. Feast or famine these days. Sure, it's kind of killing me, but I kind of love it too, you know? I end up finding myself listening to unhealthy musical selections, reading silly little vignettes, fancy fashions and comics, browsing through lovely articles, fact-checking [Read: Wikipedia] everything, and getting über giddy about things like this and this and this and this and this. Oh, and my heavens, don't forget this one. It kills me.
Don't even get me started on my RSS files labeled Awful and Unbearably Awesome. And anything having to do with cats, really. It gets bad.
And it doesn't help that I ate seaweed and other assorted who-knows-whats burning the pathway from my lips to my small intestine, and then immediately regretting said decision. (But totally keeping my cool. Mostly. 3+.) And that was at normal, fully-functional, oxygen-breathing civilian hours of operation.
Back to the coal mine.
That didn't make any sense. Doesn't matter. Just watch this.