So It Hits Me

I may have MPD.

Yeah, it seems like I'm trying to cop out with an explanation like this, but it tracks with what I've been through in the past. The times I've passed out before, when I'm in one place at one moment and then suddenly I'm somewhere else and it's a lot later... it makes a hell of a lot more sense than the idea that there's some freakish monstrosity after me.

What's more likely? Some giant, otherworldly thing stalking you, or you have a psychotic break? I'm going with the "I have a mental disorder" scenario until I find definite proof there is something

11:04 P.M. Went to the bathroom. Nothing happened in terms of a blackout or lost time, just forgot to post when I started. So, again. Until I have proof beyond a reasonable doubt there is something supernatural going on here, I'm leaning towards me being crazy as the more likely culprit. Not that I'm exactly enthusiastic about me being crazy, let alone being stalked by who knows what. Hell, it may indeed be both happening at the same time, and I jjust can't tell the difference. What a crappy time that would be.

11:07 P.MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. M key s being a bitch, as is the I. A sees to be back to normal. I'm guessing there's cruft or it's just sticking. Joy. Laptop's only, what, 8 months old now? 6? That's a great sign. I might have to go ahead and take it down to Fry's or Best Buy sometime to get it checked out. Power Cord had a piece get ripped out too. All this stuff is just turning to trash right before my eyes and there's nothing I can do about it. Buh.

11:11 P.M. Soda I drank a minute ago is starting to take effect. I don't get hyper per se from drinking caffeine, but my heart always goes into overdrive and I start working a hell of a lot faster when I do. Only problem seems to be when I finish writing my latest thought, it takes my mind a minute to come up with something new.  Even that took me a minute to think up. Buh again.

11:13 P.M. OK, back on topic. My mind seems to blank out occasionally, and I don't really have recording equipment sophisticated enough to handle recording above 480p or for longer then... maybe 2.5 hours. Not great at all. Starting to feel defeated, or tired. Maybe defeated is the wrong word. Deflated, there we go. I'm feeling like a balloon that had all the air released from it. Buh x 3.

11:17 P.M. Well, this little post has been cheery and upbeat so far, why not stop while we're ahead. Or behind. Hell, I don't even know what I am anymore. I might come back sometime tomorrow if I have a epiphany about what the hell is wrong with me. Maybe.