It's almost 4 in the morning... what am I doing on the internet?

Why doesn't the spellchecker recognize "internet" as a word? Even more ironically, it doesn't recognize "spellchecker".

This is what Limbo would be like if there were Limbo. Not so bad actually. If I didn't have to work tomorrow I would just stay awake.

Welcome to my stream of consciousness. Jump in if you like.

There's nothing on in here except the computer. Silence. Just my thoughts humming away. And a fan, because it's kind of warm. Maybe that's the humming.

The boundary between the profound and the asinine is not as clear as we would like. And yet we know it when we see it. For example, I know that nothing I'm writing is very profound. Except that I'm becoming profoundly tired at last. Insomnia has finally been defeated for another night.

Goodnight everyone.