Day 21
Buried self in shiny pile. Amusing.
Day 22
Thought about dwarves by accident.
Day 23
Escaped to Internet to rid thoughts of dwarves.
Day 24
Escaped dwarves. Found fangirls.
Traumatized.
Day 25
Attempted to wash eyeballs out after discovering Thorin Oakenshield fangirls. In terrible pain.
Day 26
Wallowed in self-pity and stolen gold.
Day 27
Built large statue of dwarf-lord out of gold. Knocked it down.
Repeated action until smug.
Day 28
Had disturbing dream about fangirls burning me in effigy for disparaging comments about Thorin Oakenshield. Shall bury myself in gold to soothe my pain.
Day 29
Sick of wallowing.
Day 30
Experienced mild gratification at the realization that I have been writing in this journal for vaguely a month. Possibility of literary achievement still conceivable.
Day 31
Felt brave enough to venture back onto the Internet.
Was wrong.
Day 32
How could they DO that to me? The fangirls will be the death of me!
Day 33
"Little Smaugie?!" Really?
Day 34
Remarked upon the futility of life and the Internet. Realized I was alone, and no one could hear my statement.
Day 35
Lone tear rolled slowly down face. May become great dramatic actor, if literary genius doesn't work out.
Day 36
Feeling melancholy. As the young whippersnappers would say, "#foreveralone."
Day 37
Still brooding. Need friends.
Day 38
Should I- no.
Not an option.
Day 39
I'm not that desperate...
Day 40
I'm that desperate.
Have resorted to Internet for friendship and merriment.