I have meme-itis.
Every time I try to choose books to write about for the meme, I find myself changing my mind - and my meme - a million times.
I've been possessed by alliteration. Every word I write buzzes with m's and emes and imes and rhymes with....well, you know, the "M" word.
I can't stop. There are too many books. My brain is in overload and I'm drawing a complete blank at the same time.
I have cortex issues.
Want to leave this out, want to put that in, don't want to write a novel, can't be too snippy, must find a picture of the book, facts on the author etc etc etc.
Somebody slap me.
Yaxlich has crowned me Queen of the Memes.
Oh the pressure.
Not sure if I can live up to that, but I do think I'm becoming a royal pain in the derriere to myself (that would be my first-person self). My third-person self is over at the other blog incognito, as we speak.
Not only are we all developing split personalities (yes, I'm talking to YOU) but they are exponentially expanding in cyberspace. This could very well alter the course of the universe. We may need to solicit a team of research scientists from the Mmmmmmayo Clinic to rescue our collective rumps.
That blasted meme.
Nonetheless, I'm beginning to love the word meme. It sounds familiar somehow.
I may add narcissism to my current ailment.
(Queen sounds so old. I want to be a princess).