It's Always a split second....

There is a constant buzzing in my head this morning. 4 full hours of sleep doesn't do much to cure your lack of knowledge-- or, in fact, your lack of giving a shit. The first rule of waking up is that you should immediately start talking to yourself once conciousness is gained and your REM motors putter to a stop. At least, that's how I see it. Red Bull plus morning equal dissatisfaction and a bubbly tummy. Did you know that a Paramecium disposes its waste through its anal pore? Or that it feasts on yeast that are stained congo red under a fluorescent microscope? I have an adventure to tell you. I am late. Maybe later. Or not.