Oh no, this is not good at all, not good at all. Just had the best idea for a short story I have ever had. Trouble is, I took my sleeping pills a few minutes ago. So here, let me waste my time writing this stupid blog post instead of writing down as much of the story as I can. Oh damn, now it’s gone. It was something about a transsexual clown stuck in a phone booth in 1942. Rats. Oh wait, there were rats in it too. Time traveling rats. From Mars. Dammit. Good night.