While walking across the parking lot at work this morning I spied a roof rat loping across the parking lot. "Rat," I thought, followed by, *snicker* "Rat! There's actually a fair amount of meat on that sucker." Visions of roast rat then danced through my head. Clearly I need more sleep.
Then again, maybe I don't. Not if sleep means more dreams about Shewees. (Link is work safe. Possibly not sanity safe, in that kind of "you have got to be kidding me" kind of way.) Seriously, subconscious. What was that about?
Perhaps I just need fewer hobbies and less stress. And more sleep. But fewer Shewees.