Brain: I know you're kind of wiped, long day, cleaning up messes. That pee-through incident was rough. I know you're tired. And you did that punching, kicking workout thing, too. Awesome! I know you're done writing for the night...but I was wondering if you'd considered that we might be in a futuristic spacecraft in hypersleep and it's already the future and Elon Musk saved us, but we'll live out our days in a big dome on Mars and there won't be any ice cream there. If we get there, even; space weather is crazy right now. Oh, and you forgot to make the brownies for tomorrow's party. Nighty night.
:earphones, Secret garden, faeries, I am Titania: