...going "Bwa-pschttttt... *snicker* ...yeah, like that's real. About time I checked myself into a padded cell/priest's confessional/insane asylum/sane asylum/nuthouse/iceroom/meditated/whateverthefuck... and after that I'm gonna go have some cake and take a nap 'cos apparently I really fucking need it."

I strongly suspect that if there are indeed parallel dimensions, that in most of them where I exist at all, I'm laying around drinking soda, craving cake, and snickering at the whole idea, not doing a damn thing useful about it.

And even if that's not the case, that's certainly what I'm doing in THIS one. *sips her soda* ...particularly the 'craving cake' bit. Want cake, dammit. Chocolate. Grr. Hormones and urge to kill anyone NOT providing me with chocolate cake both rising.

*goes off to stalk the chocolate bar she thinks is... somewhere...*