Waking up in the Kitchen.

My eyes are closed, but I can tell I'm not in a sleeping place, such as my bed or one of my favorite couches. The ground is hard below me, linoleum I think, not carpet and I'm not outside. Perhaps I'm in the kitchen. I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling, I can see part of the refridgerator, and one of the dining room chairs. This doesn't feel quite right, why am I lying here in the kitchen as is I took a nap here? Well I was reading my book over in the next room, perhaps I fell asleep and slept walked over here before I finally gave up finding a bed. No, that feels much to wrong, I've never slept walked, I've rarely even talked in my sleep. Alright, well I'm still on the ground. And it still lacks a whole lot of correctness. My head doesn't hurt, well no more then that headache that I've had for about two weeks now would cause. None of my body parts hurt at all either. Now that I think of it it was the sound of me hitting the chair that woke me up. So I must have collapsed. But why? Pieces are slowly reassembling, yes, I was reading, and I got up to go into the kitchen, and as I got closer, I started to get light-headed and everything began to go dark. I put my hand on the wall to brace myself, and then I can feel the floor underneath me. But how long have I been down here, I think I heard myself hit the chair, but there could have been some blackout time in between. My watch says 2:15, good, I stopped reading at 2:14 I remember that much. I guess I should probably get up.

I Forgot A Title

There it is, just slightly to the left, no, I mean right. Okay, good, you got it. Well now that you have found it I guess I might as well tell you what you have found. The thing you are holding in your hand as we sit here is my very own Enderblimium. Yes that is correct, I have found a safe method of extracting it from within my soul without causing my mind to melt. The trick is to not let it see you coming at it with the rusty pliers... Now you might be wondering what on earth an Enderblimium does for you. Well, not much is the answer. I have had an Enderblimium for almost 12 years now and it has never once caused me any pain, or done me any good for that matter. It is exactly what it looks like, a pinkish sort of ooze, which is constantly changing shape, but never gaining a new form. And having some pinkish ooze, that is constantly changing shape, but never gaining a new form, in your soul really isn't all that useful. But it is not a handicap either. So you may ask me why I took the liberty to remove it. And well, in return all I can say is, why not? It must be useful in some way other then just taking up valuable non-space in my soul. Perhaps I can harvest some sort of enery from it, or maybe even saute it in such a way that it would taste like some baby animal. Or maybe it is the key to mind control, and now that I have it I can go about taking over the universe... no? Well that's too bad... Well since you're leaving, could you perhaps leave it right behind that box of Gloober-muffins, on top of the Shrillinkiddle. I'll get around to discovering it's uses some other day.

So much for promptness

Well do I really feel like writing an update? I sit here and I ponder the thought of thinking about writing an update, and, well, the ponder becomes a desicion, which becomes the idea which becomes the thought, and here I am typing, so I guess, yes, I do want to write an update.

Now I look at the last sentence and I realize how much I actually like to use commas. Why? I don't rightly know, maybe it was one of my high school teachers that drove it into my head, that commas are not scary and can be used in a fashion to greatly enhance your writing ability. So perhaps I now have it hard wired in my brain that more commas equals better writing.