I can't sleep. So today, I've joined Twitter (already regretting it) and 750words.com. My horoscope says I need to do something. So I'm doing something. I'm writing, mainly because it didn't tell me what it is I should be doing. What kind of anonymous internet horoscope doesn't know what's going on in my life? It's sponsored by Yahoo! and with all of the internet spying and Facebook internet security leaks, they should know a lot more. I've already mentioned in an earlier post how much I hate anonymous internet horoscopes, but still.
Anyway, I'm bored, I'm exhausted, and I can't sleep. So soon, I'm going to start writing articles about the news, vaguely inspired by The Onion, and more inspired by Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me! No reason, really. Just because I care. I'm also going to start exercising again, because I'm bored, and cleaning my room obsessively, because it's about time I have a crutch I can count on.
To recap:
I'm an insomniac (not officially diagnosed).
Twitter sucks.
I shall write, damn it.
I shall exercise, too, double damn it!
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