Good lord. I dunno how to get rid of him.X0 I am a different person outside this virtual sphere. I hate him when I am online; love him when I am offline. Because. Ionno.

Haven't been keeping up on my reading habits. Ergo, my brain cells have congealed into crusts of boogerlike matter, dehydrated by too much alcohol and stabilized (or antipsychoticized) with Zyprexa. My neuroses are gone people. And so are my spasms of neurotic rants and raves and what have beens. Erm. Yeah. It's horrible to be normal. I rather liked it when I was bipolar and schizophrenic.XP I want my psychoses back gaddamnit. Now, nothing interesting happens in my brain anymore. I can't whizz past books in flying colors. I can't write or blog or do anything mentally challenging. I can't even figure the Rubik's Cube anymore.X0 Worst of all these imbecilic transitions, I have fallen in love with an idiot.XP Well, he really is not an idiot, rather, the most sensible guy I have met so far in my earthly life. (Second, to be precise.) Now I'm contented idling for long hours without having much trains of thought rattling in my head. It's all but dead crickety silence, benumbed, catatonic, bored yet contented. Pfffft. Being normal sucks. I miss my books.XP

The Traveller

See, I can't even write a review anymore.XP It's a quasi-Matrix novel, packed with Dan-Brownish action sequels, tight-sentenced, fast-paced, and an intellectual read.

(Is that what you call a review??!)

Heavens. If my writing habit is dead then my career is doomed.XP

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