Took too long to get vascular approval from the legs. I had to shake the melatonin from my brain, hose off the rest in the shower. Blood drops go up the ladder like a fire brigade. Keep the oxygen coming boys! Right hemisphere! Check! Left hemisphere! Check! Neocortex, go or no-go? Go! Another dawn of man, bipedal once again. I forage in the artic box for something semi-nutritious. Now I save my pearly whites by cleansing them. Off to forage for knowledge in the great suburban jungle.