More Human, Now.

Ok, so I'm still in my PJ's, and my stomach cant decide if it wants to be hungry or violenly ill... so I'm here at the computer trying to ignore the rest of the world. And wondering how I learned to type so loudly.

Scanning the web through a series of weblog links... the true spirit of cyber surfing. Anyway, I guess you could say that I've spent alot of time looking at websites thinking "Oooh... at least I'm not as crazy as them." In most cases, I'm just trying to convince myself of my relative sanity... however, today I stumbled upon this Absolute Pearler of a log.

"One time I lay in bed, in ambush, for forty minutes with glow-in-the-dark vampire teeth in my mouth - I had to recharge the damn things with a torch a dozen times while I waited for her to turn up. Can anyone explain this behaviour to me? I'm wasting half my life lying in wait to scare Margret, in the full knowledge that, if I succeed, all that will happen is she'll hit me really, really hard. What am I thinking? "

I may be suffering from Post Inebreated Stress Disorder (PISD) but I can still laugh (softly) at other peoples sociopathic tendoncies.