I'm bored, so I thought I would write a blog. I just have a small problem: I haven't decided on a topic! Unlike mortals who need TelePrompTers, I am writing this blog hardcore with no script and the personal rule that I cannot delete any previous sentences - just correct spelling and grammar in the current one.

If you are still reading this blog, then you are as bored as I am. If you are wondering how much endurance you need to finish reading, I am wondering the same thing on the writing side. Stream of conscious is weird like that: it's a mystery for all parties involved.

So, I am on paragraph three... As are you. Two down, some undefined amount to go. My conscious is still streaming onto this blog, which verifies that I am still alive with working finger tips. How long will those hold true? It's anyone's guess. Let's take bets! Onward to paragraph 4!

Meh, this paragraph is boring. I'll skip to 5. Actually, paragraph 5 is boring, too, so let's skip it... And 6... And 7.

Wow, you made it all the way to paragraph 8. Did you cheat and skip a few like I did? I hope not because they revealed some major secrets like the Meaning of Life and instructions for making a warp drive with duct tape, Mentos, Windex, and a rubber ducky. Well, it's your loss.

My coscnuios is still streaming. It went so fast that it streamed jumbled letters in that first sentence. Did you notice? Did you catch any other spelling errors in that sentence? There were none, so you just wasted a few seconds of your life double checking.

In conclusion, they lived happily ever after... On a dark and stormy night. Thank you, and as a reward for reading this whole blog, I will give you a Savii Buck if you post a comment with the word "syzygy" used correctly in a sentence not ripped from Wikipedia or dictionary.com.