Punchy

[rejectomorph]

That moon keeps grinning at me every night. What has it got to grin about? Or is that a smirk? Well, whatever the moon thinks it knows, what I know is that it's going to keep getting fatter and fatter until it can't smile any more. That will wipe the smirk off the sky's face!

Not enough sleep. Punchy. Maybe I'll get some sleep tonight. Feel less dopey tomorrow.