It looks like I'd be staring at you more often, monitor.

Well, we've been staring at each other for about 5 hours a day. Okay, maybe 8. But that was during vacation. Now that I have classes, I've got less time to spend with you.

Well, yeah, I sometimes go in computer rentals in school, but then they are a different monitor--you're black, they're usually dirty white, you've got the tube, they're starting to get slim. Oh, what, jealous now? It's not like we're...you know...or...maybe you don't know because your memory and information-processing-whatever is not on you. It's on CPU; you're a monitor.

Why am I talking to you about you, anyway? I said I'd start personifying you once I ran out of descriptive words. This has only been the first day.

Oh-ow-oh, so you think I'm gonna lose this, don't you? You think I'll give up someday later. You think that personifying you early on the project is evidence that I would ran out of ideas to keep this writing running for 30 days! You think that writing more than one paragraph has just proven that I'm already breaking the rules!!!

Oh, no, no. I'm gonna prove you wrong! I'M GONNA SCREW YOU OUT (figuratively) TO GET TO THE BOTTOM...OF YOUR...uhm...bottom of your...whatever bottom you have, that is. I honestly don't know. I haven't screwed any monitor out. But I'm going to know what that is!

We still have 29 more nights, baby.

29 more nights.