Its a strange day today....i found myself awake as hell at 8 in the morning despite a somewhat late night out spent watching the second transformers movie...my biological clock must be broken, because i was seriously lookin forward to a morning wasted snoozing on the comfort of my bed...
Things rarely ever turn out as one expects, though...the time is now 1023, and ive just spent two fruitless hours trying to navigate myself back to slumber land to no avail...as such, i have decided to indulge in the therapeutic act of online voyeurism to an audience im not sure even exists at all...
about this mysterious audience...i've started noticing a strange phenomenon supporting the possibility that my perceived audience might actually be real! the evidence is hardly irrefutable, and is in fact more on par in terms of conclusivity with sightings of nessy and the abominable snowman....
here's what i noticed...several of my less hostile and cynical passages have actually been rated as "interesting" / "cool" in that little check-box that comes at the end of each entry!! now the cynic in me is wondering if i might have accidentally, or worse, subliminally clicked on these little check-boxes myself.... after all, as far as i know, i have a readership comprising of an awe-inspiring zero! (not counting myself, of course)
i have, since gaining awareness of these checks a while ago, taken the extra precaution of ensuring that my cursor does not stray anywhere near the empty squares...but alas, lo-and-behold!! my most recent entry, for reasons not entirely clear to myself, seems to have meritted itself an "interestng" grade!!
of course, my conscious decision to avoid accidental click-age of check-boxes does not rule out the possibility of any subliminal action on my part...this is much to my chagrin...i could very well be goin nuts without even realising it...
a fightclub scenario seems not beyond the realm of probability...my mainstream edward norton could have created for itself a brad pitt alterego who does nothing but read this blog, and click on check boxes to boost my flailing ego...it seems far more likely than someone actually taking an interest in my writing!
after all, i've only once ever found someone else's blog entry remotely interesting, and even then, it never occured to me to tell its author that i thought so...i dont get why people out there would actually take the time to read my shit, and feel the urge to express their appreciation..the idea is about as alien to me as pizza is to pluto...
i fear that my mind could be teetering on the very edge of dementia...it seems that somewhere along the way, i've lost the plot and my bearings on reality!! somebody, please prove me wrong...for the sake of my sanity, if anyone out there is indeed reading my shit, please do not leave behind an anonymous footprint!
write me a comment instead, and prove to me that my brain synapses are all still fully functioning...you woulda made me a very relieved man by doing so...
I will end today's entry with this desperate plea...damn....so much for therapeutic online voyeurism...i feel crazier now than when i began writing...anyways.....
This is Dreamer signing out.
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