sleep pattern erratic, kill me now

Oh how cute, multiply is on the way to preservation. If it were entirely up to me, I wouldn't change anything about any of my online pages. Why, you ask. These social networking sites have their own reason for existing and it is beautiful if they keep their uniqueness. I'm just saying.

I suppose there is some good to be had in keeping the status quo as far as websites go. Then again, there aren't too many loyal followers who have all the time in their hands to maintain multiple web pages. Who knows, someday, Conan O'Brien's words will ring true... how yet another social networking will arise in the year 3000-- YOUTWITFACE. Looking forward to that.

This rambling is brought on by the weird sense-- so damagingly overpowering-- that things are slowly changing. I am so caught up in the abruptness of things that I forget to step back to take it in. I have never been in the place I am now. Why can't the universe cut me some slack and stop ganging up on me?

Not that I'm complaining, though. It's just that this newness is so, well, new that I'm afraid (yes, there you have an admission of fear) I'd get too used to it and stay stuck here for the next three years, which I think is the proper amount of time to call an era.

I can't seriously be unhirable, can I? There you go again, a glimpse on my fallibility (LOL come on laugh with me!) and insecurity bouts. I thought I planned on it. I alotted a certain amount of time for me to do things. I have ticked off my list perfectly until now.

There has to be something I can do to pass time without feeling so worthless. Any suggestions?

Oh. For the record, this is the lunatic talking. The full moon is waning or waxing, I do not know, I lost track of the lunar cycle. And no, I am not crazy. Yet.

I guess I just need somebody to talk to. My brain cells are dying each day and I get dumber by the minute. Maybe that's what's bothering me. I have been less intelligent than (I thought) I was a month, possibly years, ago. That's a tough change I have to accept if I were going anywhere. And then again, maybe I am more afraid to get anywhere. Ugh. Baby steps are taking too abnormally unbearable.