The crash

Boy:

Cat:

Yep, that's the state of affairs here at our house right now. This is the crash. We're running on nothing but Red Bull and a dream. (Well, I can't drink that poisonous slime, so I'm running on its less-poisonous cousin, coffee. And we're running on at least four dreams at any given moment. But you get my point.) Crashing's no good, but sometimes quiet time is just the ticket. I think I'm gonna see if I can nudge myself in next to one of these guys and turn off the old brain for a bit!

(This was from yesterday, but no Blogger crashed when I tried to post. Apparently everything was crashing yesterday!)