Mania: Hey. Hey you. Hey. Listen! Hey. Hey.
Me: Oh my GODS just shut up we need to sleep.
Mania: We have to make bento! Complicated bento! Frying pan donburi bento!
Me: Tomorrow’s Laptop Lunch bento is going to be a salad diced d’Anjou pear, dried cranberries, roasted cashews, and star thistle honey. Everything else will be filled out with grapes or possibly a diced Bartlet pear.
Mania: But… breakfast! Breakfast breakfast breakfast!
Me: Panda puffs. Almond milk. Orange slices. Hm, another laptop lunch bento.
Mania: We can do better! Omuice! Hot rice in the morning to make wonderful things with! Mabo tofu or stir fry or donburi toppings —
Me: The last time you did that, you killed the T-Fal KitchenAid pan.
Mania: *puppy eyes*
Me: Sigh.
Mania: Oh! oh! you have to blog blog blog!
Me: I know at some point I need to write about my latest session with my bartender. But not now. Now is cows.
Mania: You never let me have fun.
Me: Sometimes I do, and usually I have to pick up the pieces later when you fall apart.
Mania: *sobs in a corner*
Me: GOOD NIGHT.
Spontaneous ∂erivation 
Is it bad that I feel a tiny bit sorry for your mania?
Eh, I do too, until I remember what else happens when the mania takes over.
OK, Mania, come here. *sits down* Look, I’ve got this bag of raisins *and* a book of puzzles, so how about you stay over here for a while so Arachne can get things done? Just for a little while?
lol, thank you, Jay. :)