Why is it that I keep imagining my brain to be made of Gak? You all remember Gak, right?

My paper is finished, but the stimulants ingested in order to help me finish my paper are still going strong. Well, not that strong, actually. I am, sadly, getting quite used to anything caffeinated. My tolerance level is at an all-time high. My ability to resist caffeine is at an all-time low. I am probably tired all the time, but do not know it because of the chemicals chemicals chemicals. But fear not, reader(s)-- this week I plan on feasting on food, not stimulants. My body, my brain, and my bloodstream need a break before they breakdown.

Speaking of breaking down, let me break it down for you. Here is completely useless information about me that is in no way necessary for you to know. So stop reading right now. Go log on to Facebook and change your status instead. It will quite honestly be time better spent.

What are the names of all the roommates I have had in my life so far?

Allison, Emily, some girl whose name I can't recall, really nice girl from Denmark whose name I also cannot recall, Ellen, Erin, Ashleigh, Laura, Hannah, Georgiana, Holly, Chaunte, Alissa, Jack, Jennifer, Greg

Why has it taken you so long to think of another useless question?

Because my brain has been sucked dry and all I can concentrate on is the sound of the clock.

Does that clock exist?

It did a second ago-- now two seconds ago-- oh, three seconds. Yes, three four five seconds six ago it seven existed. Eight.

...Seven ate nine?

Scary, don't.

Time for you to make tomorrow's lunch.

Thanks for the reminder. And tomorrow owns lunch?

Appears so.

Nothing is as it--

Oh don't start.

Fine. I am going to publish this now, man, and you can't stop me.

Why would I? You're publishing me, after all. And there's no such thing as bad press.

EXACTLY. You're saying bad press doesn't exist, right? Because you're right. Yeah, nothing exists, you know?

Hey, look-- I know nothing because I am just your blog. You create me.

I just did.