It’s been 2 weeks and I think depression is starting to set in. the evenings are getting longer, and I can’t seem to get enough sleep, even when I count sheep (and other animals, somehow elephants jumping over a fence seems wrong, but it could just be me)
Anyway, yarg!
My only friend is a square box, and it used to flash all sorts of fun things at me, and I could make it do other stuff to. I’d stare and gawk, and even sometimes join in the fun. I call this box my "top o' lap". I like my top o' lap.
These days it's turned bad, maybe because I’ve left it out of the fridge or something. It no longer shows me fun things, and I keep getting weird and odd things on its magical image viewer-tron. these odd things/images make my head hurt, and I find that I am spending more and more time in front of the viewer-tron, deciphering the hidden messages. I call the odd things 'wrok' (sometimes I call it 'workh' too, when I’m feeling adventurous).
I don’t like wrok
Yes, I am going insane, thank you
Dav out
3 years ago
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