Tryptophan

Is that even how it's spelled? Who cares? Not I. For I am the cat, not the little red hen! I already have bread! I didn't need that friggin chicken to make it for me! It's quite good, actually. Imagine that! Homemade bread is good?! Wow. Not only wow, but ShamWOW! Yes. Oh yes. Yes I did. I went there. And I can say that without suspicion! Mwahahaha! No one should suspect a thing! I need to kick a chicken! No, that would be mean. I won't kick a chicken. I'll...sleep. Yes, I'll sleep. Not alone. And not asleep at all! Why do I talk? Talking burns! It burns! I'm melting! I'm melting! Hei Chavorale...Think Locally! Palo mande...Fuck Globally! Random quote? Why not? I have no need to sensor myself! It's lyrics! Words are words! Yes, that is a song! It's two lines of Think Locally, Fuck Globally by Gogol Bordello. Oh, at least I can agree with certain other "girly cannibals" that this band is wonderful, even if their lyrics make about as much sense as my spaghetti shoe. I need to sleep, but I'm hyper. Too much sugar. I make less sense than Jikei, don't I? Wow, I never thought I could accomplish that. I deserve a cookie. Or better yet, a brownie! Well, cookies are better. Time for "bed", I guess, but I should say something on the other blog, too. But that makes sense! I can't do that! Maybe I need a cookie after all!