I was up until 3:30 in the morning dealing with the Baby that Would Not Sleep.
Today, you all live on my sufferance, and the fact that all the coffee in the world can barely shift me from my semi-comatose state.
Entertain me, humans, otherwise, tonight I shall craft flesh and brass and bone and fire into a Catastrophic Engine that shall begin my dark plans. Once it is complete, I shall loose the chains that hold this fragile world in place, and riding it as a hollowed-out-skull, shall journey forth among the constellations, ravaging where the whim takes me, until the cosmos is as dark and lifeless as my very soul.
Entertain me, so that I may be distracted from this grim task.