This is what happens when you work late. Existential Crisis.

Is it possible to miss something you never had? Or something you could never ever have achieved? Sometimes, and it’s strange, but sometimes, it’s possible to miss things you day-dreamed about, because you decided to wear your glasses and then once you wear em, you can’t ever take em off. Sheh. I’m missing something. I don’t know what or even why. I was happy about three hous ago… what is this insane pursuit of happiness any ways? What’s the point, when it all will be gone forever. All lost for eternity, unless you manage to pull off immortality, and then age gracefully forever. Only, to me it seems that immortality is too much of a hassle. Think about it, in our day and age, the Sorceror’s Stone, the Fountain of Youth, Eternal Life, turning into Vampires, all of that can only mean pain, irritation and an insane need for bubble-wrap rolls, so that you are safe in your little hole, from all the evil creatures that will finally die, but not before they spawn off more of their kind. Like little cockroaches. Like mosquitoes. In King Kong, there were these HUGE insects, creepy-crawlies, which, if we try and take philosophically, probably are symbolic of how life tries to pull you down, down, down, down… never let you go where you really want to go, never let you go where you really have to go, the veritable test of life. Doesn’t that make you giggle? It does me. It makes me get all happy inside and giggle about my geniousity the way Slink does. Giggle, and curl into a ball, and go pink in the face about my own semi-brilliance. Test of life indeed. *Smirk*

But seriously, what the fuck is this whole paragraph about? Fucking waste of space. Doob mar, Phal. Abhi jaakar kahin par doob mar. Seriously, it’ll only be good for you.

Currently listening: Gabage, Sleep Together. If we sleep together, will you like me better?... (Version 2.0)