Once I went like 45 hours without sleep in like Game six or seven, and then Ina started yelling at me. She kept going from "Poor Ego!" to "GO GET SOME SLEEP GODDAMNIT D:<" and in my recessive, sleep-deprived state, I was like, "...Okay Ina."
And I slept. And slept. And slept. Until my dog jumped on my bed.
And I slept. And slept. And slept. Until my dog jumped on my bed.
