Ramble on

x-madaquanaka has almost finished,
YAY.

I'm too hyped on caffeine to be sitting at work, much less actually write anything bearing a resemblance too 'good' or, gasp, 'interesting'. but blogging is my flavor of the week, so i shall do it religiously, until i lose faith and fall from grace. fall from grace, rather an asinine saying, like grace is a tree (yes with the trees again) and 'WHOOPS' i fell from grace. can you break bones when you fall from grace? no?....hmmm, welllll....could you get a minor abrasion, maybe on a knee or something?.....no?....hmmmm, well why the hell would you care if you fell from it? this is a dumb topic. so i'll switch, how about them nicks?.... fuck you, i don't need your readership anyway....no, wait, i didn't mean it....come back....

anyway, i'm bored, and for some reason, whenever i sit down to write, i feel like some deranged madman. you listen to him, in desperate hopes that he won't become violent. nervously shuffling your feet, looking repeatedly at a watch that isn't there, hoping for a way, any way, out. it's hard to figure out weather i'm slipping into a character or out of one. caught in some perverse schrodinger personality, you can't tell which one is the character or which is real, until it is observed. and by the mere act of observing the personality, it become forever altered from what it once was. i think a sharp blow to the head would be beneficial right about now...

it must be incredibly painful for 'not me' to read this

ah, well signing off
-DeHuman8