I am a Freak.

Why am I such a weirdo? Seriously, it's been 2 weekends in a row where I decide not to sleep at all. Last weekend I was at my brother's place, we went to see Star Wars Ep 3, then we had a few beers, and the next thing I know it's morning and we're going for breakfast. We didn't sleep at all (I guess we had a lot to say to each other). I love these "family reunions"... since I live quite far away from my brother and parents, it doesn't happen as often as I'd like...
This weekend, I thought I would be alone and quiet.... until I received that email about my long-lost friend from Vanuatu. So of course I welcomed him, we went out in a very enjoyable establishment, and now it is 05:23 sunday morning, I haven't slept since friday morning, but hey, I'm young, I can handle it... I hope!
And that is where I start to lose any sense of logic and start saying all those weird things that not many people enjoy...
Once upon a time there was a little boy who didn't enjoy the company of his family. They always treated him badly, so one day he decided to walk away, to travel to another place. His luggage was light, and swift was his pace. Then he realized he forgot his handkerchief, which was usually hidden in his right jacket pocket... (he was quite ashamed of his most natural bodily functions...)But since he was already so far away from home, he decided to use his left sock (which wasn't as smelly as the other one) to wipe his nose. And this is where it gets very disturbing.
That left sock actually belonged to the right foot. I know, it is a very difficult concept to grasp, but this sock actually managed to fit BOTH feet... wow, what are they going to invent next...
So here I am, contemplating that bizarre sock, when a hairless baboon barged in and told me I couldn't sing if my life depended on it.
And that's when I woke up. I knew I was awake when I saw that yellow goblin spanking this tiny horse with a cute wooden staff... (it had butterflies engraved on the handle)
But the little boy was still waiting for me to finish his story, because since I'm inventing it from scratch, he doesn't have a clue on what he's supposed to do next.
It is a weird feeling to have so much power. So I'll type what he probably wants anyway: he found a nice mango tree, took off his dirty socks and climbed to the highest branch where he found true happiness: a bottomless keg of Guinness.

Hasta la vista,

Tata.