does anyone really read these titles anyway?

OOC-I was floored when I read what had happened with DJ. I'm totally
sympathetic to her friends and family, having had such an incident
happen to family and friends myself. I haven't been posting in a
while due to the fact that I really haven't been feeling creative.
And when I have, Yahoo! has seen fit to make sure those posts never
made it. But I'm going to try and put forth an effort just so
everyone knows that Dirk's still there.
RPG
Dirk rolled out of bed and onto the floor. He wanted to stand up, but
his legs felt they needed another five minutes worth of sleep. After
their clear and powerful demonstration of thier refusal, Dirk decided
to follow along and caught another fiver on the floor of his room.
Ever since he had helped Phil take care of the Sadam problem in
Cerebrum's make-shift office, Dirk hadn't had much luck waking up. It
wasn't that he had no energy. On the contrary, he was full of it
(energy that is, though he does act full of *it* at other times). He
just couldn't force his mind to tell the rest of his body to wake up
and get moving. This point in time was a perfect example of the
situation. At one point all of his body had decided to wake up with
only one exception. His inner ear. Though the fact that one little
bitty, teenie-weenie part doesn't seem like much at first glance, it's
importance becomes abundantly clear when one tries and movies. Since
it is the inner ear that controls balance for the human body, Dirk
stumbled across his room, falling flat on his face several times,
before giving up and stumbling back to his bed to wait for his inner
ear's alarm clock to go off.
After five extra minutes, he was back up and going once again. Since
he had originally only laid down to take a nap, he was still dressed
in his regular uniform, though it was quite wrinkled from several days
of being slept in. He walked down the hall in his bare feet towards
the Science Lab. The cold of the metal floors didn't bother him
because he didn't even feel it. He also did not smell the horrid
amount of B.O. that he had aquired over the last few days either. As
the old saying goes, "Out of site, out of mind." Or in this case, "If
you don't smell it, it doesn't exist."
He passed by what looked like two large hampsters bickering, at least
one was bickering, at least he thought so, in the hallway but
continued on his way without giving them a second look, or a first one
for that matter. The two hampsters looked at him puzzeled as the
unhygenic scientist drug his bare feet down the corridor while
scratching his head through the mess of matted hair poking this way
and that.
He walked into the main lab with a coffee in his hand that he had
obtained along the way. Phil stood next to some new frankenstien
device talking to a floating latex mask. Both Phil and the mask
turned to Dirk when he entered. Dirk said nothing. Instead, he
grabbed a large book off one table labeled "JMC Directory of All
Things Scientifical," obviously written by an accountant, and retired
into his personal office. Once in his chair with the book opened up
to a very intersting page, he fell asleep again.
OOC-i know it's not much help with the current situation; but, after
all, it's dirk. what did you expect?