I don't mind that people aren't reading my blog. That's fine. I just mind that those people who aren't reading it also post no comments. Is this some practical joke? I don't get it. Why have I gotten no responses in over a week? You know as well as I do that the only reason people write blogs is to have people respond with comments. I'm not writing this for my health. If I cared about my health, I wouldn't smoke, or eat M&M brownies. This is about verification, proof that people I can't see still exist. You people better start verifying, or I'm going to stop believing in you.

Is it something I've done? Should I stop talking about metaphysics, for example? Because I can do that. No problem. You just tell me what you want me to write about, and I'll put it down, and everyone will be happy. I will sell out for you.

Are you people going through some sort of slump? Are you, maybe, involved in something else, like bein' sad and stuff? Because, hey, I'd like to read about it if you are. Why? Because I'm just that kind of guy.

I can only cry so many tears before the pain from my rejection turns to rage. Better watch out, mothas. Ever wonder how I got the name Dr. Dark? It wasn't shifty-eyed Dan. That guy wasn't poet enough to create a shopping list. Eat my appendix.