There I was, in a cold sweat. Laying there, with that gnawing feeling, chewing at my psyche. What is it that I can't remember?
In frustration, I threw off my covers and went to my computer. There would be no sleep for me tonight, so I sat down at The Googles. I'd stave off the constant anxiety by doing some good in the world. I entered my search terms; "site:mltshp.com 19 likes".
And there it was. The third entry from the top of the list. "downloading pizza." What was it about this entry was it that caused me to pause on it? I clicked the link. At the very least I'd be able to send this post to its glorious "20 likes" posting on The Twitters.
As the page loaded, my stomach fell. I had already clicked the little heart, signifying my "Like" of this file. I would not push this masterpiece to its deserved place among the stars today.
But as I scanned the "Likes" list, something caught my eye... or rather, the lack of something. Where was @amypetty? Surely she would have liked this had she seen it, pizza is her favourite thing on The Internets!
The monster in the back of my mind screamed. Was this it? Was this the mental block that had been haunting me for all these years?
I quickly typed out a comment. It was as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I closed my notebook computer, and returned to my bedchamber, collapsing to the mattress. The pain, the suffering was gone. Soon, Amy would know the glories of the pizza downloader. I could sleep.
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In frustration, I threw off my covers and went to my computer. There would be no sleep for me tonight, so I sat down at The Googles. I'd stave off the constant anxiety by doing some good in the world. I entered my search terms; "site:mltshp.com 19 likes".
And there it was. The third entry from the top of the list. "downloading pizza." What was it about this entry was it that caused me to pause on it? I clicked the link. At the very least I'd be able to send this post to its glorious "20 likes" posting on The Twitters.
As the page loaded, my stomach fell. I had already clicked the little heart, signifying my "Like" of this file. I would not push this masterpiece to its deserved place among the stars today.
But as I scanned the "Likes" list, something caught my eye... or rather, the lack of something. Where was @amypetty? Surely she would have liked this had she seen it, pizza is her favourite thing on The Internets!
The monster in the back of my mind screamed. Was this it? Was this the mental block that had been haunting me for all these years?
I quickly typed out a comment. It was as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I closed my notebook computer, and returned to my bedchamber, collapsing to the mattress. The pain, the suffering was gone. Soon, Amy would know the glories of the pizza downloader. I could sleep.