Earlier I picked a fight with Otis because I was tired. And hungry. And I was so much of both that I couldn't figure out which one I needed to take care of first. Instead of doing anything about either of them I figured it would be better to melt into an emotional puddle on the floor and blame it on Otis, because it's totally his fault that my body has been taken over by alien beings and rendered me incapable of making even the most simple of decisions.

He was a trooper, though. He even rubbed my forehead and said "poor little bunny". OK, maybe not the bunny part, but it would have been AWESOME if he had.