Typical.

Well, here I am 3 hours and a week before my laproscopic gallbladder surgery and the li'l bugger just won't let me get to sleep. I've decided that--since his initials are G.B.--he is perturbed at being soon-removed from office.

I suppose it is a fitting adieu, as long as he doesn't keep going for another 12 hours. By then I will be reduced the walking dead.