HI. I HAD COFFEE AT 5:55 THIS AFTERNOON. HOW 'BOUT YOU? NO? YOU'RE PROBABLY SLEEPING. I'M NOT. 'CAUSE I HAD COFFEE AT 5:55 THIS AFTERNOON. HOW 'BOUT YOU? NO? YOU'RE PROBABLY SLEEPING. I'M NOT. 'CAUSE I HAD COFFEE AT 5:55 THIS AFTERNOON. HOW 'BOUT YOU? NO? YOU'RE PROBABLY SLEEPING
The downside is that, after walking around the box for a week, I start to set things on it, and it becomes a useful, narrow, multi-height table, the likes of which I've never found in a permanent form, and I don't want to throw it away anymore.
OK, brain, let's not have another repeat of last night's dream. Sure, you can bring my dad back any time, but we need to not be running from a wildfire. Got it?
I'd post more, but my regular life is pretty boring. Unless you want to hear about my mild bout of food poisoning, and that I have to work on my day off. Nah, I didn't think so.