Chapter 1: I can't sleep...

So, here I am about to go to sleep, with myself snug in my covers and dragged back
by the demons that haunt my mind, forever in the cycle of pain and torment from
not knowing what happens next in my favourite anime.
What would you rationally do? Try to go to sleep anyways? Count sheep?
Well I bet you guessed correctly with...
NEXT EPISIODE LETS GOOOOO!

Now, I am a rational person.
I will pertain my good understanding of logic and reason.
Unfortunately, I can't sleep. 

I'm still lying there, awaiting to fall into a deep, peaceful slumber.
Yet, that never came.
Tossed and turned, not able to shake the thoughts of what happened to my
favourite character. Who was it again? Huh, strange I can't remember.

Anyways, I'm trying to sleep was what I'm trying to say.
I was trying to sleep. Now I'm logging onto my computer to watch the next 
episode of anime as I speak.
As I said before, I only think rationally and logically about what I decide to do.
So, yeah I'm watching anime at 3am at night, what a cliché time to be awake at.

Uh oh, I'm feeling tired. Well I want to watch the episode.
Shut up sleep I'm busy!

Anyways, now there's this weird thing in front of me.
Wait when did that get there? Jeeze it's tall too.
If I had to describe what I was looking at, it would be a purple and green
T-rex with a chainsaw for a hand and six Molotovs stuck to its teeth.
Not only that but it was made from cheese. No seriously, it was made from cheese.
Purple and green cheese mind you, we only have the best ingredients.

AHHHHHHHH!

Oh wait that was the wrong scream.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Better.

If you didn't know I prefer laughing over screaming.
If you're not laughing at you're own misery what are you doing?
Wait, what was I screaming at? Oh I just felt like it. Wait that's it?

So, here I am still trying to get to sleep. Still.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Sorry, something was stuck in my throat.
It was a frog...

Gesundheit.

The frog leaped from my throat and jumped onto my computer's monitor.
The T-rex was in the monitor now by the way. It was dancing; singing too.
Something about different kinds of bread. It was weird.

Anyways, I'm trying to sleep is what I'm saying. 
Wait, I'm getting Deja vu.

Who's Gary?

What?