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Pondering Loneliness
I went to bed, I swear!!
I'm just having one of those days/nights/days where I can't get my brain to shut off. When I close my eyes, I"m dreaming about RSS feeds and editing XML to get a particular look on a webpage that I don't even have (further compounded by the fact that I don't know XML). After 36 hours of being awake (or having unrestful sleep if you count the 3½ hours I caught between 8:00 a.m. and 11:30), I have an opinion on everything and want to share it with everybody. I start thinking that mundane things are way too important; I'm way too honest, but severely lack judgment. Wow, being tired is a lot like being drunk.
As I'm surfing the internet looking at blogs and personal ads and tests ‒ one site leading to the next in a perpetual orgy of information ‒ I can't help but think how lonely people seem. Why is that? The internet is supposed to be a place where you can find like minds, end the loneliness. ( You Will Never Blog Alone )
I'm just having one of those days/nights/days where I can't get my brain to shut off. When I close my eyes, I"m dreaming about RSS feeds and editing XML to get a particular look on a webpage that I don't even have (further compounded by the fact that I don't know XML). After 36 hours of being awake (or having unrestful sleep if you count the 3½ hours I caught between 8:00 a.m. and 11:30), I have an opinion on everything and want to share it with everybody. I start thinking that mundane things are way too important; I'm way too honest, but severely lack judgment. Wow, being tired is a lot like being drunk.
As I'm surfing the internet looking at blogs and personal ads and tests ‒ one site leading to the next in a perpetual orgy of information ‒ I can't help but think how lonely people seem. Why is that? The internet is supposed to be a place where you can find like minds, end the loneliness. ( You Will Never Blog Alone )