It may be fun for a little while, but then you realize you’re only fucking yourself.

It’s now 11pm on a Saturday night (A Cure song pops into my head, as well as the noise of a dripping faucet. Drip, drip, drip, drip.

Instead of cleaning up my apartment—which looks like something literally exploded inside it—I’m screwing around my blog and uploading pictures to Flickr. And trolling Consumating, Myspace, and Friendster. And refreshing my RSS feeds.

There is something clearly wrong with me.

Fix it, damn it!

So can you really fall in love with someone’s profile on a social network? Now, don’t get me wrong, I have actually made very brief acquaintance with said person, but I think I may have said no more than two or three words to her, if even that.

Never mind. I’m clearly going insane. She is cute, though. Whatever.

Someone put me out of my misery.

Just make sure you actually get the sedation and the potassium chloride in my vein, so I don’t end up like this guy.