What's next?

So, publicly threatening my intestines worked...I wonder what it'll take to get my brain from hurting (no), throbbing (no), trying to escape my skull (that's just about accurate). I don't think it will respond well to threats, maybe I can subdue it with sleep.
That's right folks, not even 10:30 yet and I am going to sleep. While a party is going on outside this room and spilling over to next door. I am old and infirm; it's the only reason why I could be such a crumb-bum. Either that or playing beer pong, foosball, and pool (all while slightly to greatly inebriated) doesn't appeal to me ever.