You're driving me NORMAL!

I was filled with dread at the thought my mind had skipped town and left me behind to pay the rent." --Dexter

But of course, there's no rest for the wicked, which I certainly am; as I said, no rest for the wicked.

And once again I found myself wondering, as I drifted off to stunned and unbelieving sleep:How do these terrible things always happen to me?

Weren't we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconscious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of our neighbor's children?

And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self.

Money to me had always been merely something the sheep used to show each other how wonderful they were.