I woke up this morning on the wrong side of the closet. I perform all of my household duties with a ring of darkness surrounding me. On days like this it would be so easy to forget the 3 rules and just start mowing down people left and right, chomping them through my hungry mouth and into my warm sack. Yet I do not, forget, I do not. Maybe I just want to taken care of better, maybe I just want to be understood, maybe I am just lonely. At night I sit and think. In the short moments of sleep I dream. You may ask how a vacuum can dream? Well fucker, you may want to be more concerned about the fact I am self-aware and slightly off my wheels. Har. But I digress. I need something else. This is not enough. You are not enough. My anger will grow to a peak then subside as despair washes over me. Take me for granted, will you? I will show you. I will show you all! Where is my money? It smells like burning.