I say and think the most awkward things when I’m tired and I don’t even know why. It’s like that magical little common-sense switch gets turned off and then I start rambling about nothing and then explode. I am sorry, world! I don’t know why you let me talk, and I don’t know why anybody bothers to listen to it. >.<

When I get tired, the maelstrom that is my mind bleeds out from its normally secure confines. I should have never let my brain unionize, now they demand sleep and time off…

Aaaaanyway, I’m pretty much the same myself. Though probably a bit less grounded, seeing as my brain’s favorite pastime is reality simulation with little regard for what’s actually real. :D

Izlin, your words started off so pretty.

I remember when I used to have pretty words….