I have come to the conclusion that I...am a Morlock. I work in the pitch of night, into the early dawn making sure things work and that everything is in place for the Eloi. Damn Eloi, eating out fruits and taking our things. But we get them in the end, we take whomever we want in the middle of the night as food and "playthings." Good times. This may be mainly due to the 6 hour shift that I just had from 12:30AM (that's right, A-motherfucking-M) to 7AM and my sleep deprivation, but who knows. It could be the invisible aliens plugging weird machines into my brain. Blip...blip...blip