Normalities and the Opposites

I badly want to join Zafra's support group.

Tell me I won't go berserk with Tolstoy. Please?
Lovecraft alone is too much on my plate. I would hate to see my phone lose it's touch screen capacity because of overly used dictionary app. Free version.

Plus. I haven't even started Wuthering Heights. Darn my alma mater for not requiring essential literature. Instead, we've been tormented by the likes of Midsummer Nights Dream and Ramayana. Hmmm...not bad. But I would still want some classics. Look at Noli. The best ever.

Anyways, I'm starting to accept the fact that I can only write sensibly in the wee hours of the morning where I'm totally senseless. Was it because of the theory premise that creative juices flow at night? Was there even an ounce of truth about this? Enlighten me.

Upon watching television a while ago, I question myself why I continue on flipping channels when everywhere I went to just drowns me in depression? The negativity that comes from it solidifies into a rock that hits on my head causing a hemmorhage hemohrrage hemmhorage ...er...(googling)...causing a hemorrhage of some sort that spreads through the rest of my brain, paralyzing it with fear and anxiety, good enough to last the whole night through. So after sometime, I decide, TV is evil. So I switch it off.

and then i decide not to use the proper way of CAPITALIZING the letters. simply because it is more comfortable to read and is more engaging to the eyes. and looks more modern and enticing to a lot of cool audience. read: young. and the use of the strikethrough as well.

But upon reading Zafra, *whispers in a teensie tiny voice: one of my favorite writers*, I switch back to the normal OCness of myself, the usual cheesegrater.

I hope Tolstoy will keep me away from evil...er...tv.

P.S.
I notice I write my title after I write my article. Is this normal?