Someday, people will want to compose epic ballads about
my life. When they finally get down to it, I figured a blog like this one would make good reference material.

I think I'm beginning to understand why people use Facebook.

While I won't be singing its praises any time soon, I will acknowledge how unsettling it is to have people who's daily presence you've come to take for granted over the past 6 months' very existence suddenly called into question.

It all began when, 'Did I make them up in my head in my desolation?', 'Have they finally succeeded in defying gravity, only to fall off the planet?', and other foolish midday musings overtook me one afternoon. I soon began to run little reels starring familiar persons in farcical situations inside the theatre of my mind...

A in a fancy hotel suite in Paris, four French rent boys at her beck and call. B in a village hidden deep within the tropical rainforests of East Malaysia, partaking in tribal festivities (but only after being coerced into donning a party hat, i.e. funny looking tribal head gear). C successfully concussing herself in a freak accident involving seemingly innocuous household appliances, a rogue floor mat and an incapacitating paper cut. D cavorting around her house bra-less whilst belting out the British national anthem at the top of her voice.

Wait, why does anyone even bother with Facebook again?

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