Pi O'Clock

Well, it's pi in the morning. I promised all of you guys (ALL of you) that I was going to give you a longer post. Fuck, did I specify what I'd say? Lemme check. Okay, about myself and why I created this. Dammit, why do I give myself such hard questions? Well, I'm Morty, I've been a blogger for 4 hours (but 5 soon!), and I guess I created Sanity Almost Over (Really? Not taken?) to try to amuse people (I amuse you? I make you laugh, I'm here to fuckin' amuse you? What do you mean funny? Funny how? How am I funny?). I realize the odds of anyone reading this are pretty small, but a guy can try. Parenthetical comments are there to indicate where my brain goes for no particular reason. Let's jump right in, I guess.


I heard the other day someone complaining about how he hates wireless mouses because of the lag. Apparently he was losing precious nanoseconds. I was like, "Dude, if you're complaining about the infinitesimal amount of time you've lost by going wireless, you really need to free up some time in your day." He didn't respond. Most likely because I didn't actually say that; I just thought it.


So, it's far past pi now, but this will still officially be my pi post. I really need to sleep. Maybe my dream will be interesting. Maybe I'll have an Inception-esque meta-dream. Maybe I'll be killed by Freddy Krueger. Maybe I'll have a lucid dream. Most likely: my dream will not consist of images and sound, but rather of thoughts and abstract concepts that feel like a dream, but cannot be recounted. FUN.


Good night.