Horribly addicted to Wikipedia and all of its inaccuracies.
Night owl to the point of self-destructiveness.
Most likely to use the word "trilobite" in a strip club.
The ocean is my church.
Conversation with me can be rough-starting at first due to suspicious doubts as to the other person's motives.
...and have slept 4 hours in the last 48. Perhaps that explains the choppiness here.
What is there to say?
What is there to know?
What is there to feel?
What is there to believe?