^ Glad to be of your amusement. I amuse a lot of people. I think I'm pretty damn funny myself.
< My definition of sleeping is staring at a ceiling for eight hours.
V Maybe you could use sleep yourself.
There's no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going. There's no knowing where we're rowing or which way the river's flowing. Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing? Not a speck of light is showing, so the danger must be growing. Are the fires of hell a-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? Yes, the danger must be growing 'cause the rowers keep on rowing, and they're certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing. AAAGGHHH!!!