Smiley faces get to looking secretive and evil after 12 hours.

A clock with an audible ticking now is not a good thing to have around when you’re working on staying up beyond sense.

Peanuts don’t taste good after a panic attack.

An orange is heaven after a panic attack.

After nearly 24 hours you’ll be surprised at how little you care that the dogs tracked mud into your kitchen and that their hair is beginning its own new dog.

Jelly Beans all taste alike in the first bite.

Have you ever wondered why spiders choose to walk up your leg when there are so many other convenient paths to walk that won’t result in hysteria induced death?

Eyes in portraits begin to move after your 15th hour of wakefulness. They may begin to talk after 25 hours, but I’m not staying up to find out.

Captain Barbosa or Captain Sparrow?

I think I gave the pizza delivery person too big a tip because I was late posting a post.

I need more books.

If you dance around your house to wake up the circulation in your bum, the dogs think its the best thing you’ve ever done. On the other hand, the cats are noting that this is just one more example of your insanity.

Dog food goes in the pantry; milk goes in the refrigerator.

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