I'm a derivative of an awake person. Of a hopeful person. Once firm, now floppy. Can't knock a Weeble-Wobble down, but you can pop that fucker. I'm too weary to feel disappointed now. But I'm no damnfool (yes I am), that will come later. It's one of the defining qualities of curses: Inescapable. Onward! I suppose... live to bleed-out another day.