Any day you can walk away from is a good day.

Y’know, as someone with insomnia, I could really use a ceiling-deployed angry accountant to drop down on my and knock my god damn lights out. I think it would work a lot better than my current method of “stare into the maddening blackness of my bedroom wall and hope for the best as my mind slowly unravels sometime around 2 AM.”

More concussion-y, I suppose, but it’d be a small price to pay for a decent night’s sleep.