They must be breeding. It's some sort of mission to cause people even more discomfort on top of emotional pain.
I have finally been noticed and kicked out of the infirmary. Hmmph. I wasn't hurting anything except my spine. Which is my spine, so it's not as if I was a public nuisance.
I don't even snore. You'd think it wouldn't hurt to let me stay, since I'd been there all night and most of the morning. Hmmph.
Oh well. I suppose it doesn't do to feed the neuroses. You know, I knew a psychiatrist once who had a sign like that on her door. "Please Don't Feed the Neuroses," it said.
Right. Bed. Always a good idea when I stop making sense. I think I'll sleep for a week...