He wakes up. He probably doesn’t have a girlfriend any more. His girlfriend was probably imaginary anyway. Such is the nature of the modern world and social media. The world is on edge waiting for a baby to emerge just as the news emerges that a baby is emerging. There is a birthnado alert as everyone gets the news at once and then reads the same email on air to one another for the next five hours. Then he eats some pasta and then he goes to bed. The day is confusing and he is now lonely again but loneliness should come from something that was real that is now gone but it seems that it was something illusory that has now gone so he is having feelings for what is little more than a magic trick. He is sure that lots of bad news was buried today but he didn’t have the energy to search out what that bad news was. He goes to sleep regretting not seeing the stinking corpse flower that was opening it’s petals today and to him looks like the protrusion of a dog’s penis on a giant scale and he also regrets the amount of time he spent on tumblr even though he thought that what he posted was pretty amazing and what he looked at was pretty creative.