"Shut up, you in the fishbowl!"
I don't want to marry, I don't want to marry, I don't want to drag anyone else into this miserable mess with me. I'll live and die alone. I won't let them break me. I can do this, I can do this.
All is sadness and death. And what is the point? Ultimately, I will die too, and the fish will consume me instead! Even this juicy fish agrees.
"Keep smiling, keep smiling! If I keep on smiling, good things, will happen, for me!"
"But wait Mr. Bunny, where did you go? Come back and play with me! Is it cause of the rain? Nothings wrong with rain! Quit hiding and come play with me!"
I woke this morning, hungry with no food in the fridge. According to the computer and my own disjointed memories, I've spent the last three months talking to a big pink bunny that doesn't exist.
Sorry about that empty blog post. To be honest, I'm not sure how that happened. I'll be sure to double and triple check to make sure the right thing gets posted next time.