  ( If this doesn't sound conceited,  then I don't know what does.  Here's an unconventional recap.  " Let's go down to our man Guy Leavell at the Lunatic Lounge,
 once again standing by with TMK,  the studio anchor said.  " Hey,  guys!  Guy shouted over the fans crowded at the entrance,
 waiting for the Lounge's owner to show.  " Guy,  there's a rumor that something big is about to take place,  just in time to interrupt our prime time schedule!  What's the latest on that?
 the anchorman asked.  " Well,  we're not sure,  but.  Guy trailed off.
 " Oh,  look!  He's here!  The fans quickly went silent as the trademark black Monte Carlo SS pulled up to the silver carpeting protruding from the entrance to the Lounge.  The right side door opened and out stepped TMK,
 to the delight of his ( seven)  awestruck fans.  TMK strolled over to the door,  ignoring his fans,  where he was stopped by the Third Rock News media correspondent.
 " Mr.  TMK,  do you mind if we have a word or two?  Leavell asked,  nodding to the television camera behind him.
 TMK sneered.  " Whatever.  Just make it snappy.  " Well,
 TMK,  there are rumors you have something big in the works for the Lounge.  Care to elaborate on this?  " No.  "
Uh,  okay. the world wants to know.  How is TMK?  TMK smirked,  somewhat nonplussed by the question.
 " Restate your question,  please.  " Your day?  "
Ho- hum.  It sucked.  " Why?  "
Do I fuckin' need to tell you?  " Uh,  n- n- o-
 " No,  I don't,  but I'll tell you anyway.  We had the Grad tests for social studies today,  and I feel bad about that because it was the end of my week of sleeping half an hour.
 Today,  I didn't sleep.  I spent it looking over some old car magazines.  The old F- 1 race coverage had my attention for a while.  Before I realized it,
 I only had twenty minutes to work on 'Schoolhouse Rocked, ' so I was pretty mad after that.  No more than ten minutes later,  I was to discover a serious threat to Operation Splat.  I guess some-  "
Wait,  Leavell interrupted.  " You changed the title of your prom mission?  TMK's eyes narrowed dangerously.  "
Yes,  I did.  I guess I'm starting to see the dark side to my scheme.  Once again,  I read too much into what was going on,  a collaboration between two girlies,
 and I suddenly stopped.  I remember someone saying something about my alter ego suddenly 'flipping a switch' and instantly disliking someone.  Well,  it didn't happen then,  but it seemed like it earlier today.  I was mistaken,
 though,  as it wasn't about what I thought it was at all .  So,  Splat continues,  with no real changes.  We fast forward to math,
 where TMK has about had it with the Hounds of Hagan.  I'm about ready to give in,  but that can't be done,  can it?  There's a test tomorrow,  and,
 as predicted,  she's assigned a review guide completely different than the ones we've done for homework.  TMK paused to catch his breath.  " So,  I take it that means you have some studying to do?
 Leavell asked,  reproaching himself for again asking the obvious question.  " You can answer that one yourself,  eh?  TMK knew what Leavell was thinking.
 " No,  it gets worse.  Jackson has become God of Computer Science Computers.  He's put a remote tracking software program on all of our computers,  so he can now see everything we do with the click of a mouse.
 You know what that means?  TMK moved eye- to- eye with Leavell,  causing the young reporter to step back.  "
That you won't be able to do entries or surf the net from school?  Leavell squeaked.  The fans,  who had been silent,  roared in laughter.  "
Yes,  Guy.  You're right.  And if any one of us tries to obstruct his newfound omnipotence,  he'll have us written up.  "
Whoa,  Leavell said,  not meaning it.  " Anything of note on the bus?  "
Nope,  not really.  Everyone's favorite mirage was there.  " Who might he be?  "
He?  Wrong gender.  No further questions with that.  TMK opened the door to the Lounge and put one foot inside.  " Wait,
 Mr.  TMK!  One more question!  Leavell grabbed the door,  preventing TMK from closing it.  "
 What?  What the hell else could you possibly want?  I have a business to run,  dammit!  TMK snapped.  "
You hinted yesterday that the Lounge had another hit on it,  and that it had been thwarted.  Are you still planning on implementing your 'renovations'?  TMK stepped back out into view of the camera,  so he could be seen.  "
I'll say it again,  Guy.  Last week stung me,  but I realized that there will be more than one bump in the road.  I still have plans for TMK vs.  the World,
 but they are on hold for now.  This blog answers to exactly two people,  and one of them is me.  The other person. well,  let's put it this way.
 The other person might not be too pleased if I acted unilaterally to close this place.  TMK stepped back into the Lounge and shut the door.  It's time for Thunder. not now,  of course.  But I'm not crazy,
 I'm just a little unwell I know right now you can't tell But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see A different side of me I'm not crazy,  I'm just a little impaired I know right now you don't care But soon enough you're gonna think of me And how I used to be. me I'm talking to myself in public Dodging glances on the train And I know,  I know they've all been talking about me I can hear them whisper And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me Out of all the hours thinking Somehow I've lost my mind 
