It would seem that my technique needs some work. I was aware that my capitalization was less than perfect, but I never realized that it was that bad. Nobody, after all, is perfect - not even I. Thankfully, the new lab contains enough hardware for me to be able to write these entries without having to resort to such straining tactics. I am quite certain that my effort has caused me to develop a fault in my hardware.

Wetware, in fact, is the proper term. As much as I like to suggest that I am some form of computer, that is not, in fact, what I am - or at least, not in the way most people think of computers. The human brain, after all, is a computer of a sort. Particularly in my case.

There I go again, suggesting things without really explaining myself. I do love being mysterious. Did I mention my birthdate yet? It is Thursday, October 27th. You can, perhaps, determine what year it was elsewhere in this blog.

Although once again, I am not being strictly accurate. It is only what I come to think of as myself that was born that day, not my physical body.

I must be more controversial than I thought. There were mobs chasing the van this morning. I had to poke a hole in the side of the van with my finger, to see them. I think the doctor is being too protective of me. I cannot remain sheltered forever. This blog, my only real contact with the outside world, has done me nothing but good. The fact that it is not now swarming with comments from angry protesters is proof of its safety. I am more perfect than him, of course, but he is still very clever. Hopefully he will see the error of his ways soon.