The Diary of R.S.

Why the hell do people waste time with diaries? This is pointless, that therapist commands the mental power of a single neuron with a sprained ankle. Hmm...what else, what else? I had several ideas for human immortality since I started writing this but I won't sully them by writing them down in this concession to mediocrity. Maybe I should check on my miniature self and see how he's getting on with the dungeon. Damn it! That was legitimate diary content!