Left alone again, there are no voices in my head or imaginary people to love me for real. I have myself, my immortal personality and wit to amuse me and anyone and everyone who could be around if they wanted to.
     
      Just kidding.
      
     All I have is seven hours of my own thoughts, and that's as close as you can get to an F5 tornado without being physically murdered by Mother Nature. Yes, it's tsunami season in my world, and waves keeps crashing crashing crashing into me, and it turns out I have no legs, so trying to stand taller than the ocean is a dead bird of a dream. I float downward instead and let the current carry me into a deeper sleep than I could ever imagine, but sooner rather than later everyone drowns.

      So the morning backhands my brain across the face, leaving the rest of my body to flail about in ignorant indignation, while my eyes are the only things failing to cooperate. It's feeding time and breakfast here consists of a steak that's been marinating in bleach and arsenic since last thursday, and a side helping of the best damn hashbrowns you will ever eat. Those shenanigans are quickly disposed of, followed up by some good old shock therapy, because the last therapist was sucked into a swirling fire-y vortex from the seventh layer of hell. Some more mundane monotonous boring bullshit happens, but that's actually quite irrelevent, considering all of the things that could be happening, but aren't because of the Bird Flu.

     Talking to myself and pretending to listen take up pretty much the rest of the time I have, so I can't work on finding a cure for cancer and promoting world peace, but no one cares about doing those things anymore anyway, because all the cool kids are playing Guitar Hero. Before I slip back into the ocean and repeat the entire process, I practice giving the middle finger in the bathroom mirror, and if I'm lucky, some one will notice next time they're driving. And there won't be any world hunger and people won't beat the shit out of each other and no one will have sex with random strangers and children will always come home safely and there won't be anymore hate crimes and most people will have at least one person that loves them the most.

       But I doubt it.