So, I think I’m crazy.
This is probably a fair assumption. I just found myself wandering around the kitchen, ripping pieces of plain bread off with my mouth, with my phone charger hanging around my neck like a bizarre pendant singing Slavyanskaya to myself (which goes like this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0zEe8Bfees&feature=related for anyone who doesn’t know how crazy that piece is). No one else is home. What even.