...seriously, are any of you alive out there? I feel like I'm just talking to myself today. Which, whatever, I talk to myself all the time anyway. I've held three successful conversations with my laptop and my iPod already today. Chuck and Dr. McCoy at least pay attention to me when I'm shamelessly begging for it. Even if I do have to provide their halves of the discussion as well.

Maybe I should get a skull. Skulls are a bit classier than stuffed animals for self-propelled conversational partners, right? I've had enough of talking to Jon Walker the bear, he's all fluff between the ears anyhow.

My attention span is so shot I keep pausing Sherlock to check my email and there's never anything there. SOMEONE INTERACT WITH ME, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S HOLY. Call me names if you want, I don't even care, just SAY SOMETHING TO ME.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of Farmville, I fear no boredom, for my friendlist is with me. EXCEPT TODAY, HELLO, PEOPLE, WHAT'S SO INTERESTING ON A FRIDAY AFTERNOON TO KEEP YOU OFF LJ?

Okay, wait, I know what I'm doing wrong. I need to shut up for a few days and then maybe you'll all miss me! ...or maybe you'll be relieved to not have my stupid ass clogging up your friends pages, this could backfire on me. Hm. I'm going to have to consider this further before I commit to a plan of action.