I ask too many questions, in my head. It's what gives me ideas and sets me off persuing random tangents. No matter how stupid they are. Questions like "could you write a musical about a stuffed moose" or "if I got in a fight, could I use this bicycle as a weapon?". Right now one of those questions is probably going to land me into more trouble (admittedly, it's going to be MY kind of trouble). Unforntuantly, I can't tell you about it.