how do you shut the damn thing off

Day Twenty Seven:

 

Oh come on. I will no be denied a nocturnal snack of the midnight variety. There I am happily hopping down the stairs when suddenly all of a sudden with an abrupt moment of suddenness the stairs start to disappear and that feeling of dread starting to well up. That terrifyingly nauseating feeling that you know something dreadful is going to happen.

 

I'm going to have to run.

 

Oh dear god no anything but that. I mean falling into a never ending torrent of swirly thingyness may slightly ruin an evening but the feeling of exerting all that energy accompanied by the bounciness of man boob just...it just...I can't even find something horrendous enough to compare it too.

 

So lets go for the happy medium and we'll just hang here for a while. Hang here and wait for the never ending nightmare to...erm...end. Of course it'll end. Never ending isn't as eternal as you'd thing. The Neverending Story? It ended after about ninety minutes and a catchy poppy tune. So a little bit of hanging here till I hear the ethereal sounds of an 80s classic of devilish proportions and we'll be good to go.

 

To the kitchen.

 

For some munchies.

 

Mmmm munchies.

Done