Its been a long week with no free time, so you procrastinate falling asleep, eventually you wind up contemplating the word contemplation, then meow at your cat for half an hour. Its now 5 am.You decide to have one last cigarette before bed and go to grab your lighter, but it slips between your fingers and falls under your bed. You go to grab it. An eerie feeling washes over you as you blindly feel around for it in the dark. Someone, or something licks your fingers and you recoil in horror, only to hear billy rays voice call out from the corner of your room “no more loco hot coacoa before bed”.