First mistake: I never saw it coming. A whole month of chronic posting? How did I ever fall into such a rut... my creative muscles are dying of exhaustion! I'll never be able write a funny story for days!
Also, I write best when I'm sleep-deprived. Since I've got two more weeks of vacation before the next semester, I'm getting enough sleep, and therefore, nothing of note is forming in my mind.
Already. My. Mind. Weakens.
Boom! Pow pow! I'm a computer!
I'll be back tomorrow, so you'd also probably be here, under the moon and stars. That's where the dreams to dream and the sights to see are coming from. Forming lilly pads deep in the night sky, above the puny Earth where all can gaze upon its majestic beauty. I understand the sky-people, and they know that deep under all my human organs lies the robotic heart of a pirate. “MP3 pirate”, shouts iBeard from beyond the barrier of life and death. Yes... iBeard died a long time ago, along with the crew of the Seasnail... I remember it quite clearly, as though I had been there.
Why do I&mdash is my mind playing tricks on me?! Who are you?!