I cant find my pulse. I am fully trained to do so but I cant find my pulse. My eyes feel long and I cant go to sleep. That man left my potatoes on till they boiled away! I hate him. I wont sleep in the same bed. I will sleep on the floor. He left the lights on too! I need to go away...on a boat perhaps. A little row boat. Out in the ocean. With only a wooden flute. I still cant find my pulse. Painted swimsuits! Who ever heard of such non-sense. I wont have it. I want Picard back! Some of my fish have 3 stripes and some have four. I dont want to die. But I aint keen on livin either. I have had that stuck in my ear all week! Why do bowling balls not have a hole for your pinky? Or do they? Let me think. My ferrets on crack cocain. Its in his bedding. Shake well they say. Hmp. I must sleep now.