I'm boooooooooooooooooored.

It says something unfortunate about how depressing life has become that I am reduced to THIS. Pouring out my sorrows and ennui in a bathetic display on a computer system administered by MORTALS. Oh, the humiliation. Oh, the pain of it all.

The hell with it. I need an audience. It takes a big entity to admit his needs, and I am a *very*... big... entity, if ya know what I mean (and I think you do... wink wink nudge nudge, hey wot?) Very well, then, I admit it. I'M GOING MAD!!!!! I've had no one to talk to but other Q for centuries, and ... how shall I put this politely... we haven't had anything worth saying to one another in... well, more time than your pitiful mortal minds can imagine.

So here I am. Entertain me!