Ramblings at 4 in the AM

PAD!!! You give it a shot. I'll watch
The shaddup. No, improbable, not impossible. Or just hit mute. Simple enough. Push of a button, right over there, just just a quick click or two and and silence is golden. So, your gold, just call yourself Midas and be on your way. Or well. Not be on your way. You're gold and gold doesn't exactly move. Or at least not that I know of. Sorry, channeling Wheatley there. Right there, right above in the preceeding text. Just give it a good read and oh, oh, you can't stop reading in my voice now can you? Nope, not succeeding in stopping. Not at all.  So, I'm just gonna stop talking right now. Right now. Okay maybe in a little bit. Um...right....noow. You know what? You know what, actually? They said I'd DIE if I stopped talking for an extended period of time. So, I'm not gonna do that. I'm gonna keep rambling, because, between you and me, cards on the table, I'm not really sure I want to DIE. Just for your ear's comfort. So, yea, if you don't want to hear me, just just, go buy some ear plugs or something, just a quick trip to the store, pretty cheap, ear plugs. Just some pocket change is all you need, grab your plugs, go to the cashier, hand them the plugs and your change, put them in and come back, and Bob's your uncle, silence. Sweet golden silence. Why is everyone's uncle named Bob? Is there...is there a sort of meeting where people go and say "Hey, let's name him Bob. That seems like a good idea." And well there we go Bob's your uncle. I wonder if all these Bobs ever get mixed up. Get a package or a ring on the telephone and say "Nopem sorry, you got the wrong Bob." I'm sure that's an honest mistake, anyone could make it. And I don't know why I'm stilll talking because you purchased your ear plugs and are probably not listening to me anymore. And if you didn't put them in I'm sure you just walked away and left me stranded here alone. Cause, you see, I have no legs, not at themoment, and no rail either. Speaking of that, why is there no rail? Where the heck am I? And who the heck are you? I am honestly confused by this whole situation.

OKAY I THINK IM DONE.

In case you didn't realize this. I was more or less channeling that little ID core. And it's all Miss Hatta's fault. Don't let her tell you otherwise.

And just to recap. It is totally her fault. Completely. No denying it. She is currently glaring me for writing this. No, I'm being honest, right now she is watching me write this and is not liking it one bit. And she just hurt herself. Her head has hit the desk. She's totally losing it.

Anyway, yeah, totally her fault. And she broke her glasses toodles.