Why did you see fit to wake me up at six in the morning, when I didn’t fall asleep until after two?
Why won’t you let me go back to sleep?
Why was there a frozen hot dog on the floor of the kitchen when I came home last night?
Why does my 33-year-old neighbor keep inviting me to do things with him? Also, does he not realize that constantly pursuing social engagements with a woman a decade younger than him tends to come off as a little creepy?
Who invented the bagpipe?
Where does the other sock go?
If the meaning of life is 42, does that mean we should build our temples out of molybdenum?
Why oh why oh why can’t I get back to sleep?
P.S. On second thought, don’t answer. Isn’t the whole point of life finding your own answers to questions? Except the bagpipe thing. I really want to know how that happened.