"OK, is everyone clear on the plan?"

"Yes, Koothrappali's going to wet himself, I'm gonna throw up, Sheldon's gonna run away and you're going to die." Me: Self, I have the best idea ever! I know you didn’t exercise last night, have been battling a plague like cold for the last week, had 2 large beef filled meals today, are super ‘zausted because G was fussy last night and you just had to stay up late to finish Ince.ption while pondering what your little handmade keep it in your pocket thingy that only you have ever touched will be made out of because obviously the potential for people to put you in dreamlike states to get information out of you is very high. But I really feel tonight is the night to amp up your normal workout by 10 minutes not to mention 100 calories (BONUS!!) and then just add the littlest bit of time to your very pathetic end run. Self: While I’m not going to discuss the length of the run out in public because it turns out I’m a sprinter, a SPRINTER people, not a marathoner, and I’m working on it, but it’s a gradual process and I’m doing the best I can damnit! But otherwise I think that is a fantastic idea! Thanks for suggesting it! Me: No problem. ~After the work out~ Me: Hey there Self how was it? Self: OOOOOHHHMMMMAAAAHHHHGGGAAAAAAHHH!!! That was the worst idea ever! What was I thinking?!!! Me: Is there a problem? You better get over it quick, G is waiting for her bedtime story and reading is important shit! Self: AAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKK DEATH DYING COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF VOMIT!!!!! Me: Really? Self: Well not, not really. But I do feel like ass. I need to think things through before just doing them.