When your brain's the Enemy.

It's that certain point late at night, when your better half has long gone to bed, you're slightly dizzy, and there's nothing on the intertubes to distract you.  You wander into the kitchen, and the unbidden thought comes: 'hey.  I have bananas.  And here's some dried, shredded coconut.  And there's that entire unused bottle of rum.  If I mixed them all together, and I ran the blender REAL quietly, I bet I could make a coconut-banana daiquiri without waking anyone. Wouldn't that be good?'

My brain, it is trying to kill me.