Children of the Baked Potato

Insomnia, cats, and dancing alone - a strange cocktail that somehow works better than any antidepressant. It seems like you're alone with silence, but in reality, you're in the company of your own cockroaches, PlayStation, and peanut butter smeared on the floor. And even though it all looks like chaos with the sofa, magazines and random thoughts, it is precisely in this mess that cosiness is born: silly ‘doo-doo-doo’ instead of applause from the audience and a couple of purring spectators who are always on the host's side.