"Lack of sleep sucketh balls."
Thus sayeth the Brook.
"Will I sleepeth tonight?"
Pondereth the Brook.
"I doubteth it."
Sayeth the Brook.
"Oh god, please let me sleepeth."
Thus beggeth the Brook.

"Why hast thou forsaken me oh sleep?
This silliness becomes me not I fear,
and rest the only remedy
for punch drunk rhyme
and jollity."

It was inevitable.

I know it was.


Planning ahead.
Time spent thinking about what to do.
How to do it.
Convincing your partner.

Small fortune spent on supplies.

Everything has to be perfect.

Hours on your hands ands knees.
Screwing and plugging.

And then what?
Does it last?
Of course not,
The pleasure and satisfaction are fleeting.

Baby figured out the child-proof locks on the cabinets.

What did you think I was talking about?