The cows have returned to the barn, yet here I am still up slaving away over MCB (actually cows only sleep about 4 hours per day so plenty are out chowing down in the hay but that's not important right now). Sometimes I look out the window and freak out 'cause somebody is staring at me, then I realize it's just my reflection. Maybe I'm paranoid. Hmmm, paranoia. If I had a restaurant I'd serve paranoia polenta. It would be polenta (yellow cornmeal like substance) garnished with some lettuce, with two circular slices of tomato on top with half on olive on top of each tomato. It would look just like two crazed blood red eyes staring up from the plate. Maybe I'd use some chives to make green eye lashes. Freaky, but tasty none the less. Might even go well with a bipolar split. One scoop of chocolate next to a scoop of vanilla with bananas all over it (in my experience, bipolar people go bananas a lot). Guess you'll have to wait until I open my psychological disorder themed restaraunt. I'll call it cafe schizo. This has to be the worst idea I've had in at least 8 minutes. I'm out.   ¶ 10:32 PM