I can't sleep; it sucks. I was thinking about posting responses to other more "engaging" threads, but it looks like everything has already been said. Now I'm taking inventory of my mental faculties and trying to get the gumption to clean my place (if i can't sleep I might as well be productive, right?), but I probably won't end up doing any cleaning tonight. The ennui is so intense sometimes I feel like my life is just a prolonged, pathetic shrug. I can't fathom how prehistoric man managed to persevere to the point in which we now find outselves-- in relative physical comfort, with most of us safely away from imminent danger. Now, however, a more unnerving, corrosive foe attacks us before we can even make to pick up a weapon to defend ourselves-- the genetic, slow-release time bomb. My mind, I feel, is essentially eating itself. I imagine my frontal lobes slowly collapsing into the midbrain. As my mind powers recede, so too does the darkness of past ages seem to envelope me. I would have been happier as a caveman beating back predators with rocks and clubs. At least then I wouldn't have so much time to think and stew in fetid, frothing emotion and senseless happenings. When life is about life and not about "meaning", you don't have time to be a depressed lump of pathetic modern man. blah-- it echos.
Note: I put this in the "what are you doing thread", because I did indeed mention what I was currently doing. Anyone with beef is going to be served stroganoff in their turn, yo.