Kriegsminister!

Ahhh! I can't do this anymore Blogger! You're running me ragged. This will be my 29th post in 29 days!

I'm gonna be honest with you, I've been slipping lately. This stuff isn't coherent anymore!

Last night my mom was making fish and I saw the fish thawing in the sink and voices just started talking in my head! I got on my laptop and just started writing stuff! No, it doesn't make any sense. How could it make sense?! How could I know how to communicate with people when I went four days without leaving my house except to run. And running makes it worse! Do you know the kind of weird things I think about when I run?! Today I thought about making a show about superheros except it would be an edgy comedy but simultaneously a kid's show. I had a dream I was playing foosball and my body tensed up like I was actually playing foosball!

I spent several hours trying to learn the words to 99 Luftballons! The German version. I got the first verse memorized.

Hast du etwas Zeit fur mich
dann singe ich ein Lied fur dich
von 99 luftballons.
Denkst du vielleicht grad'an mich
dann singe ich ein Lied fur dich
von 99 luftballons
und dass sowas von sowas kommt.

Do you realize the effect all this blogging has on someone with virtually no social life? Very little! It in no way interrupts my life! How can I put on the pretension that I'm too busy to blog while I'm blogging if I'm actually not busy enough to blog! blogblogblogblogblogblogblog!

Also! I got this freakin' Russian spam website that keeps showing up in my viewing statistics and now I have no actual way of tracking the meager amount of people that come here. Stop staring at me Russian website. I'm not gonna click on you again!

The point is, Blogger, the people in my head have mandated that I make one more post because to stop at 29 would be insanity and tear the fabric of the universe asunder. So once I make 30 posts in 30 days, I'm gonna be taking a break from you. I'll still make enough posts to average once every other day for this month but I need human interaction. OR! I need to completely shut myself off from the rest of the world and write crazy poems about death set to the tune of the Gilligan's Island theme song. You'll find out my decision soon enough.

Keep the Faith.

Also, WHY ARE THERE NO  CHIPS AND SALSA IN THIS HOUSE?! WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT SEVEN LAYER DIP! I KNOW YOU ATE IT ERIN! I SAW THE BAG OF PITA CHIPS IN YOUR TRASH CAN! DON'T THINK YOU CAN HIDE FROM ME!