Seriously, ....it's like the internet allows me to endure states of extreme fatigue with little to no effort. I'm not an insomniac. I just act like one. I have to get off of here before I start buying stuff. I sometimes do that late at night when I'm half asleep. Or when i'm a little tipsy. Or whenever. I bought a fizzy pop scented candle for 10 bucks the other day. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm like this far from commissioning a bunch of artists on here. Actually that's not a bad idea. But No. I must pace myself. Now there's a kitty watching me type this. He's like 'what's with the cursor? It's a thing.' No now he's looking at the mirror oop, back to the cursor now. Now he's watching me type. Hey kitty! Hey! Luvvvv yoooooooo!!! Awww, he cute. No, don't step on the keyboard kitty! Kitty kitty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!