Where's Igor, he's late

Sometimes, I think I've lost my mind. Sometimes I know everyone thinks that, but, I just have urges to do stuff sometimes that I would not do if I was in my right mind. Stuff like, doing the dishwasher without being asked, and doing my own laundry. I know I'm crazy in those moments. Then there's the times I'm doing homework with music on, when I just suddenly need to move. Usually those urges end with me dancing in the living room. It's not a pretty sight. Still, after watching Young Frankenstein (and quoting it over and over), and reading Terry Prachett, sometimes, I need Igor. And he never comes. Oh, well, as long as I don't have any cussing urges before I get to bed, I'll be fine in the morning. Hello, night. Goodbye long annoying day.