Analysis, collected data in the filing cabinet head; paralysis, an awkward shuffle... this room is ten miles wide.

The strategist has learned your patterns and rules of engagement, and 3:00 shall see the product of five months not sleeping.

"It's my mistake, dialed the wrong number." (forgot about caller I.D.)

Another day, a little dumber. The Sound of Music says pick myself up. Intently listening, but the hills are not alive.

I am the rug you sweep things under. Starting to think it's pretty cool.

Enjoying nights of enuresis and midnight showers. The jenga's final block remains just like you want it to.