My head hurts...

Almost entirely from thinking far too much about the appearance and content of my blog. Luckily, both, for me and for you, my, potential, probably imaginary, readers, my head is still operating at its normal capacity; although I am sure that most of you saw the pretentious and excessive amount of commas in this sentence and decided to read no further, so to you I say; thank you. To those of you who are either extremely bored, courageous, or illiterate, which if that is the case I don't know why you are looking at blogs, I have attempted, and most likely failed, at accommodating you through the (over)use of my aforementioned commas, since if you can't read, are bored, or are forward thinking, they might randomly form an interesting design or image for you.
I suppose, now, that I should discuss something of value, to me, at least. It is possible that the creation of this, my exceedingly complex and experimental, blog holds some value, but probably not to me. I would like to say that the creation of this, blog, was a tedious, arduous task; however, I will not say that is was tedious or arduous. I could, of course, say those things; I simply won't. There was only one task which seemed daunting and insurmountable; the choosing of my template. This daunting task was only so daunting because I knew exactly what I desired and I was unable to find it, that is to say that I had scrolled past the bland, dull white template. Of course, I was tremendously confused as to why I couldn't find a plain white background and, obviously, this confusion was highly embarrassing. I , however, decided to include this sense of helplessness and confusion in my post, so as to feign a sense of revelation and honesty. That is not to say that these revelations are untrue; it is merely to say that I included them in order to gain the trust and to instill a feeling of camaraderie among my, most likely imaginary, readers.
I would like to say that the rest of this task was simple and fluid; this, however, I will, also, not say. It is not because the writing of this post was difficult. It is because the typing of this post was difficult. The difficulty in typing this post came, not only, from having to type from my beautifully handwritten manuscript, but also from the sad fact that my laptop is currently disabled, which has forced me to regress, technologically speaking, to the early 1970's and work on a "desktop," which currently resides under my desk. This regression caused the difficulty in the typing of this post in a number of ways: I am now forced to type on some monstrosity of a keyboard, to which my fingers have yet to adapt, I can no longer watch television when I lose my train of thought, mostly because my TV also serves as my "desktop's" monitor, and I can no longer lay in bed while typing, which is the most painful of all my "desktop's" shortcomings.
I, clearly, am a man of contradictions. I am unwilling to say that this task has been difficult, but I am, also, unwilling to say that this task has been easy. I suppose a possible reason I am unwilling to make a decision, albeit a tough one, about the difficulty of this task is because I don't really want any of you, my imaginary readers, to know whether I spent hours composing this, or merely 31 minutes, and yes, I continually refer to you as my "imaginary readers" because I am so shy that it is necessary, for me, to think that nobody is reading this in order for me to be able to share any of my feelings, or maybe, more simply, I'm just lying. Now my head hurts again.....