Don't beat yourself up over it, you guys didn't asked for a bunch of random weirdos to be dumped on your heads.

[Did anyone ask the village idiot, though? He rubs at his chin, pondering. Could he pull off a regular, daily eight hours without wanting to nap halfway through? Something more purposeful than ambling around and cheering up sick kiddos? Or will that be 'job' enough? Sucks to feel old, he supposes. So frustrating. Oh, well, it is what it is.

...An idea strikes and he grins.]

There's always the hospital. Maybe I could hire myself out as one of those skeleton model things and just stand in a corner all day.