Multitasking as usual...I'm setting this up as I talk to my mother. No, we don't usual talk after midnight on a Saturday night, but maybe she's developing my insomnia.
I must emphasize, to both myself and to anyone who reads this, that this will not be dialogue-blog; rather, the title refers to something I either heard once or came up with myself (sometimes it's hard to tell): my definition of a loner. Most of my most profound (and ridiculous) thoughts come at night, when I am trying so very hard to turn off my brain that I might sleep, and the definition came very clearly to me in one of those rapid-fire thought states that comes, usually, around this hour: while most people have an inner monologue, the true loner has an inner dialogue.
Before I'm dismissed as quite cuckoo, this is not to say that my thoughts address my person (unless I have done something rather silly such as today, when I singed my knuckle hairs on two fingers when they came too close to the bunsen burner and my thoughts sternly reprimanded Jennifer for being a stupid clumsy idiot), but that the two to five threads of conscious thought that occupy my brain at any given moment, do, more often than not, cross and share paths and bounce off of one another in a semblance of a jumbled conversation. And, that most of the time, this is quite enough entertainment for me. I suppose, then, that this blog is somewhat of an experiment, to see if it's entertaining to anyone else.
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