Doom is an ogre that walks my halls.
I came up with that cheery visual last night, between a toss and a turn.
You know, imagination should really come with an “OFF” switch, a way to cut the power in an emergency.
Perhaps that’s where my elusive fortune lies? A toggle switch for the chronically creative and insane.
Ok, I’ll consult Doom tonight and see what my ogre has to grunt about it.