I dreamed that evil lawn gnomes on skis were chasing me and some other people. Not making this up.

[napoleonherself]

Curse your sweet furry little face, Doyle. I only got to sleep like three and a half hours before you woke me by REPEATEDLY SLAMMING YOUR SALT WHEEL INTO THE GLASS OF YOUR CAGE. And now the thing in my brain has flipped over to "no more sleep for you" mode.

I know mecha hates when I post these things because it makes him upset when I don't have things I need, but neeeeeeeed. PROZAC.