The world has died around me. I’m not here, I am but a figment of my own imagination, living day by day with nothing. Nobody knows I’m here, all that I think and seem are just a dream within this dream. Nobody knows that I exist, unexisting, beyond the fields we know.
I think this is getting to me 🙂
I am sitting, yet again, at a computer. Not, this time, in a computer tomb. er, room. But within a webcafe somewhere in the deepest darkest Sunnydaleland. With a *blisteringly* fast connection at my fingertips. And it is actually fast 🙂
There must be something else to life on a Saturday, but I’m not sure what 🙂