Dear subconscious,

Ok, I get it.  I got it before you drove the first nail into my hand.  I kept on getting right up through the other hand and both feet.  I’m working on it.  See, look: not everything is my fault.  Also: I have the power neither to save the world nor ruin it.  Also: I got up at 11 instead of 2 today.  At the rate I’m going, I might actually make it out of the house sometime tomorrow.  So knock it off, because that shit hurt.