Good Gawd GGT! You have just raised the spider to the same intelligence level as many humans! Somehow I doubt they plot against you, altho I could be wrong!
Insomnia is really messing with my groove. Another damned night of no sleep with people expecting me to live on their sleep/wake schedule again in the morning!
Nights like this give me entirely too much time to think! Things like why MY pancreas and who cares flitter thru my mind, interspersed with damn, the lady next door snores loud and who the hell cares and why doesn't that fucking idiot in the 1980 Chevy pick-up get a muffler on it and son of a bitch, that dude left just about all the rubber on his car at the stoplight! Who am I and why the fuck am I still here goes along with why is Merry in such good health, able to drink all the beer she wants, and I am resigned living without drinking, which adds up to boring and dull and no life at all! Why does Robert treat Lisa like a fucking slave, and why does she put up with it meanders in my head, finally becoming why the hell do I care! All these thoughts, and no answers to any of the questions! Maybe I really am insane! Or maybe I am just sleep deprived!