forgetting time

i forgot precisely when i woke and became absorbed in something else, perhaps facebook (where i dream of being popular and admired, of course) or television (where i dream of being... wait, no, where i fantasize about meeting people with personalities and appearances like some characters or more often just get lost in the story and save and help people like the characters do, though jackson would probably tell you that i take the storyline apart and critique the continuity and realism and writers and add lines and stories of my own and she would probably be most right because she sees me as i am and i see myself from inside which is a pretty skewed perspective all things considered... messy too), but anyway, i enjoyed whatever little i did, at least i remember the feeling...

yeah, i love my mind... but love to share too ya know :)