I'm going back to bed, does anyone want to tuck me in, or smother me with my own pillow till drool runs out the side of my mouth and my heart explodes in my chest, and then you can stuff my lifeless corpse in the crawl space where I'll become food for the creatures that live under the house, thus ensuring that the evolutionary food chain will continue for a least a few more days, proving that my life was not a total waste of DNA, RNA, and numerous buckets of KFC.
On second thought, I think cartoons are on.
Later ...