delete me to life

I woke up today with an idea and a purpose. I decided I'd delete anything that was best left unseen and unknown. So I deleted myself around 10:30 and had some breakfast. As I was sitting down to eat my cereal, which consisted of erased and gone, full of vitamin good-bye, I realized that I wasn't deleted, only relatively unknown. Deleting yourself isn't as easy as you'd think. I ended in the recycle bin waiting for some higher me to come and click me to death. The meta-me. Now I'm here awaiting my demies. This is all to say that I woke up feeling strange today, but only a little. I guess I also woke up feeling melodramatic.