I forgot to go to bed last night and thought I would be tired, but when first light and I bumped into one another around 4, I remembered just how much sleeping makes you miss.
“Notice: Do not drive or operate heavy machinery until you are sure how this product will affect you.”
Bonus points for guessing what kind of project distracted me so well that I forgot to go to bed?
Oooh, ooh! Lawnmower Man’s birthday?
What? Out partying all night with Headless Lawn Man? Good guess, but no cigar.
Dagnabbit. And I just felt in the mood for a cigar. Apologies, Headless Lawn Man.
This requires serious thought. Or maybe silly thought. One of the two.
I bet ‘mouse knows if he thinks about it.
Well, where is he? He’s not in the ‘mouse house. No fair.
Have you built him a new whistles-and-bells jukebox?
No, I didn’t build ‘mouse anything. Maybe he’s off building himself something.
As I suspected, Keith’s been drinking from the firehose again.
I believe we may soon know whether or not it’s possible for a man to drown in music.
Ah-hah! So it was something to do with music. At least I was on the right planet, if not the right hemisphere.