The power of suggestion

Why have I become so susceptible to infomercials in the past month? I'm linking it to my current state- whatever the shit I'm calling it this hour. Loneliness, boredom, heartache? Right now, I'm on the verge of buying Singers & Songwriters cd collection. Damn it, Jim Croce. I've already purchased Brazil Butt Lift. So, why? Is is the lack of sleep? I'm barely sleeping, up at bizarre-ass hours. It all just seems like a good idea. Yeah, I need that knife that can cut through a can! What?! No. What is wrong with me? Am I trying to fill a void? Do I really just love these things that much? It's just like Fight Club. Oh, no, am I going to have my own Tyler Durden? Wait, that would be cool. Goddamn, John Denver! Ew, Bread, nevermind. I have to stop watching this. I get so drawn in, watch the whole thing anticipating whether it's going to be reasonably priced. Then, I decide, oh, that's not bad. Dan Fogleberg comes on & brings me to my senses. I don't need this. Oh, shit, America! I like them. Tyler Durden wouldn't buy it. He'd go make some soap. I'm going back to sleep. Oh, and I blame Bob Dylan. He's the one who woke me up. Asshole, troubadour, good songwriter.