I must admit, it is strange the things that run through your head at nine a.m.  Let us examine some of them.

“My alarm went off at eight so I could go to them gym.  I’m going to stay in bed until ten.”

“Knight, I’m going to kill you.”

“That really was a fucked up dream.”

“Knight, I’m going to kill you.”

“I guess I should get up and do something.  Maybe kill Knight.”

 

I didn’t.  But I should have.  He has begun divebombing the door every fifteen seconds. 

Holy cat shit, batman, it stinks in here.  I’ll be back later.

118.4.  up 🙁