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YOU are addicted to my blog.

(You just pointed to yourself questioningly and looked over your shoulder.)

Yes, you.

You can't get enough of it. You love it. Maybe you think you shouldn't be reading it, and that makes you want to read it even more. And I'm depriving you of your fix, because of my ennui. My apathy deprives you of the good stuff. I'm so sorry, but it's for your own good. I am bored with life, and thus bored with blog. You must find real things to read. I know it's hard, since this is such damn good reading. But I know you can do it. Just pick up a book. I like that David Sedaris. And that Mark Twain is quite a fellow as well.

"All these other people think I'm talking to them, but I'm actually just talking to YOU!"*

I took a sleeping pill almost two hours ago. I might try to sleep now, but isn't it disturbing how I am impervious to sleeping pills? Nothing on earth will let me fall asleep easily. Nothing.

Good night, faceless reader. (Ew, scary.)

*Where's that from? (Kirsten, you're not allowed to answer.)

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