Day 23, skin has fused to the couch!

I don’t want to be an adult today. I don’t even want to be a human today. I want to be a dog and to be pet. I would be lying in the grass under the sun. Please pet me and bring me rewards!.

~~ Gloria the Lamp makes a jokes ~~
I’m shocked! I thought I was alone with Jack the TV, Siri and Halfi, my half reflection, blocked in a frame on the wall, but Gloria makes a joke, she turns off. We both laughed. She has this kind of unpleasant and horrifying high-pitched laugh. I say “We’re not here to gawk at your horrible laugh. Our duty today is to atrophy our brain by watching TV. WE MUST REBALANCE OUR BODY. THE BRAIN NEEDS TO BE AS MUCH ATROPHIED AS OUR MUSCLES.” Gloria agrees with me. At least I guess. She’s not really talkative. Isn’t it crazy that we spend so much time watching TV?
During one second, my eyes were attracted by this teeny tiny red glitter on the black velvet that Gloria makes shining with her cyclope bright yellow eye. I look at her right into this same… Oh fuck. WHAT THE FUCK. Am I doing this again? Am I confusing reality with fiction / whatever what? Do I have an illusion because of my insomnia? Do I live in a haunted apartment where I discuss with ghosts imprisoned in objects? 
My life is confused right now.