Yesterday Minus One, I got a mere two hours of sleep. It wasn’t as bad as all that, though. I got by. But then yesterday when I did sleep, I slept a lot. Easily ten hours in total, if not all in a row. But since then I haven’t slept and I have to be at work in about an hour. I expect I’ll end up sleeping my whole tomorrow away. Not cool.

I guess I don’t have much more to say. At least nothing I can coherently put together right now. I’ll try again next time I am home and awake.

The ringtone for my cellular telephone is “I Wanna Be Sedated”. I play music on my computer while I sleep. Last night I woke up enough to realize I was hearing “I Wanna Be Sedated”, but it was my computer, not my phone. Confused the ‘eck outta me at the time.

Haiku!

Mirror Universe.
Here evil people are good.
It’s a nice planet.

At least once a week I turn into a Werefish. At least I assume I do. Probably it happens when I’m not paying attention. I have nothing to prove otherwise.

Ah, that’s it. Screw the whole thing.

Obviously rocks are made of metal. Metal is hard. Rocks is hard. It’s just plain obvious. WHY DOESN’T ANYONE LISTEN??? You all get D minuses.

What else? I don’t know. I’m barely allowing myself enough mental energy to keep myself awake, I can’t really expect myself to think of anything to write. Except maybe a rhyming couplet:

Forever there will be a sky.
Even after we all die.

Well. That was fun. For the record, my definition of sky is not limited to “air” but includes space as well. Are not the Sun, Moon and stars said to exist in the sky?

Evolution was not kind to toasters. Of all the humble devices to evolve from hot metal, I think the toasters got the worst of it. Poor guys.

Let’s see… Halloween approaches! My favorite holiday and I have nothing to show for it. Aside, of course, from all the merchanidise I buy. Other than that: Nothing. I’ll honestly have to try to write something before work tomorrow.

That’s it for me. How sad.

Eventually even the best of us will end up in a box. I call them Frog-boxes. All of us will end up in frog-boxes and we’ll all be sold to frogs. It’s sad really.

In other news, I don’t have anything much to say because I don’t have anything much to live for, right? Right. Although I did sign up for that Write A Novel In November thing that I’ll not mention by name because I don’t feel like it. I bet I don’t write a novel.