I identify with Delirium, possibly becaus of the sleep deprivation.
Down the road I go. I am following my fishie. La la laa. Because my fish knows where to go. My fish is the Borghal Rantipole who I made look like a fishie because I am so clever and I can do things like that if I want . . . la la la . . . I am so clever. . . la la la . . . it knows many thingummies. The Borghal Rantipole, that is. And now it is inconspicuous too as well. La la laa. I am following my fishie. Hello, pretty lady. I am following my fish. Looking for my doggie. Both. At the same time. If you don’t let me in, I will turn you into a demon half-face waitress nightclub-lady with a crush on her boss, and I’ll make it so you’ve been that from the beginning of time to now and you’ll never know if you were anything else and it will itch inside your head worse than little bugses. (Sandman, Neil Gaiman)