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Today

Today is Thursday.

I keep expecting it not to be. But every time I check, it still is.

There's no one else online, obviously. The Internet has shut itself down. The global intelligence spawned by the screaming bunch of neurons that we netfolk be has decided to go unconscious until this fever is over, and most of the people on or about it have moved off on their daily pursuits without awareness. Only I, the Dreaming Neuron, remain, and I am busy attempting to start a neuronic riot so we can play a nice game of chess. When the Internet awakens, people around the world will have visions of...

CHEESE! CHEESE! EVERYWHERE! ALL OF IT IS CHEESE! THE CHEESE HAS INVADED WISCONSIN! THE CHEESE HAS DROPPED INTO TH ATLANTIC AND CAUSED WORLDWIDE FLOODING! BEWARE THE CHEESE!

Now, if someone mentions the word cheese to me in person over the next several weeks, I'll know it works.

I got given chocolate for. At work. Now I need to give them something. They can taste my chocolate, I s'pose. Good chocolate. Godiva chocolate. Good boss.