I meant to be writing this days earlier. You can thank my teachers for prohibiting me from excercising my creative voice.

Lately I've heard that people my age don't get enough sleep. Now, this seems a little doubtful to me, because we all know that Einstein only slept four hours a night, and I know a lot of people who don't sleep at all, and seem to be doing fine. In all honesty, how does sleep have any bearing on how well I perform? Does not sleeping suddenly damage my mind to a point where I think that the year is 1932 and I'm a secret agent infiltrating the cheese industry? I sincerely hope not.
Another thing, I hate my internet connection. I'm running a 56k, and by 56k I mean I'm usually getting less than 2k/s on downloads, not to mention being almost guaranteed a disconnect every half hour or so. I seriously need to buy a T1 or something.

I think I'm going to start advertising a totally ludicrous product which is so obviously a scam that people will want to check it out. Maybe some kind of latex-paint thinner, or some other official sounding use for plain water. People would buy that, as long as it was in a shiny can with a picture of a singing walrus on it. The thought of buying anything with an anthropomorphised animal on it personally terrifies me, especially when its used to sell yogurt. I've refrained from touching yogurt ever since it became the vehical for destroying the youth of America. Giving yogurt reinforces the belief that it is ok to get fat on mushy foodstuffs without having to cook anything. That must be why you're all so fat. I only eat food that takes a half hour preperation time or more. The bigger reason for my boycott of yogurt is that ever since they came out with that 'yogurt-in-a-tube' stuff that you see on TV, they've been criticizing spoons very openly, and I won't have any part of it. The spoon is the greatest mechanism of all time, possibly one of the first inventions, and played an important role in establishing humanity as we know it. If you want to sit around and squeeze yogurt into your mouths with your hands like a two year old, you can go ahead, but I'll have no part in it. I'm done with my stream-of-conscience now. All I have left to say is this:



Is this, (or is it not) Mr. Fogg during the seventies. Please send me your conclusions:
BTW: I got my tie back. I had to sneak into Robbie's house late at night and procure it. I left no trace that I was there. (Unless he caught me on his hidden camera.)

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