Bad News for all you Dwellars.
 

Last night as I was actually not even on the cellar, (go figure) I was informed by the Gruppenführer that not only was I spending too much time on the Cellar (as if, like, how is that even possible? but whatever) but that all of you are IMAGINARY!

I'm sorry to be the one to tell you, but you are just imaginary -- you aren't real. It isn't that you are not really my friends, it's that you don't even exist.

So, I'm not sure how this will pan out for all of you vis a vis your mortgages, tenure, job searches, pets dying, animals being born, kids going to college, and so on. My guess is that you should keep paying your mortgages and going to work and school and basically act as though you did, in fact, exist. At least until we get to the bottom of this.

I admit that I am still in a state of disbelief that some may say borders on denial.

I will go to work tomorrow because £28 makes a difference whether my life is imaginary or not.

A life of the imagination is better than none at all. Thank you, oh lard and creator.

I'm sure I don't prove out on paper. I was a bad idea.

22k posts makes you hard to write out of the narrative though.

I am tolerated like a bad cat.

Ha! Nice line.

When you wake up you'll realise I was all a dream.

If it indeed turns out I'm imaginary, Ima be pissed at somebody.:mad2:


ETA: But, if I am...Could you imagine me up a five foot tall, hundred pound redhead?

And a bag of weed?

Imagining ... visualising .. manifesting ... Ta-Daaaaa!

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FTFW

You know what? Whew! I kept thinking there is no way this shit is for real. I always seemed more like a terrible tv show. I thought I was part of a Truman Show thing. It makes way more sense that I don't exist!

I'm just a fragment of your imitation.

thank goodness