In the interest of actually posting something

I'll post this following not so exciting blog.

Don't you really want to read it now? It's like giving someone a present and prefacing them opening it with the statement: "If you don't like it you can always take it back."

Anyway. I've been extremely tired recently. Last night when we had our fantastic and fabulous sleepover extravaganza 2008, there was a mention of narcolepsy. Now I am of course convinced that I am narcoleptic. Is that a word? I think so. Anyway, much like my fear of catching the diseases that I see on medical shows, or being murdered the way that people are murdered on shows like Bones, I am now definitely positive that I have narcolepsy from that one conversation.

Is that normal? Probably not. I mean, I don't know if most people watch a TV show where a person dies from a cerebral hemorrhaging a year after they receive a light blow to the head, and said viewer becomes fearful that they have hit their head at some point hard enough to possibly cause slow bleeding in the brain that they will eventually drop dead from at the tender age of 27. Or is it? I wonder if there's a term for that - the conviction that bad things might happen to you at every turn? Probably. I should go look on WebMD. Or maybe I shouldn't watch these shows. But I love them.

...and let's not even touch on the strange obsession I have with fonts. That would just make me sound like a super freak. As if what I wrote above doesn't already...