My Parents Definitely Didn’t Tell Me I Was Born a Cyborg

Okay, so hear me out. My leg has been hurting all day, and originally I thought my knee was the source of the pain, but two seconds ago when I got out of the shower I noticed a strange bruise on my leg. NO, I discovered, this was not a bruise at all, but a dent. There is a DENT IN MY LEG!

You must think I am exaggerating, but swear there is a sizable indentation in my lower left shin! I tried to get some solid photographic proof for you, but the camera on my phone sucks and I couldn’t get a good angle. Still, my credibility should not be called into question because of my lack of evidence for you. My word should be enough, because I’m an incredibly trustworthy person.


What? It’s not like this blog is based on… lies… or something.

But, seriously, who would lie about there being a dent in their leg? That sounds like a really stupid lie. And for the brilliance of this argument, you know I must be telling you the truth!

There is a DENT in my LEG!!!

I don’t know what to do about it, either. Should I approach my parents and demand an explanation? Was I, a robot, switched at birth with a human baby? Am I, in fact, made of metal? Really, that’s all I want to know! Am I a robot, and why the hell is there a dent in my leg?!?!?

I swear. My life is ridiculous.

In other news, it’s only five days in and I’m already super behind on NaNoWriMo. Anyone else? No? Just me. Cool.

It didn’t help that I had a 45 minute presentation, a paper, a test, and an event to put on all this week (and it’s still only Wednesday).

I hate it.

I’m hoping to be able to make up some of my lost writing time this weekend, but the planning is the easy part, isn’t it?

Okay, that’s all I have for now. That massive presentation is tomorrow morning, so I have to go away and finish doing that. Even though I would love nothing more than to continue chatting with you, my lovely reader, but alas, homework kinda-sorta-maybe-definitely needs to get done at some point, right?

Ugh, I quit. I’m a cyborg anyway, right? Why must I do human things like educate myself? I’d much rather be looking at pictures of puppies.

Even robots must like puppies.


Also, and this is totally not me stalling, but I am fully aware of the difference between robots and cyborgs, I just happened to be using them interchangeably in this post because, frankly, I can.

Ain’t nobody going to stop me! Mwahaha!

Okay, seriously, I’m going to do work now.




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