What's taking so long?!?!

I thought the Internet was fast...

I have been waiting for several seconds now and there are currently no comments on my World Wide Web Log. What do you all have to say for yourselves Generation Digitalis?! I expect nothing. But I'm sure you'll type a thing or two. Oh, who am I kidding? I am wrought with despair. What good is writing on the Internet if you can't get instantaneous (if irrelevant) feedback? I suppose that, while I'm waiting for the Internet (you people) to do its thing, I'll digress for a few moments into the world that is Naner.

Naner (the narrator, in case I'm losing you) was born. Naner currently exists. Naner is certain of this, although Naner is unable to provide evidence to substantiate this claim. Naner enjoys activities, some of which are enjoyed by many, many of which are enjoyed by some. Naner is often irritated and seldom truncated (metaphorically speaking of course). Naner tires easily of stream of consciousness, though by its very nature, it continues unceasingly.

Naner is interested in change, the past, but feels that changing the past should be left to time travelers and historical revisionists. Naner once caught a fish this big. Naner should most probably assign a personal pronoun to himself soon.

Goodbye.