Suspicious and Cynical
I had an argument about the existence of God with a five-year-old yesterday. Let us hope I never procreate.
“The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits.”
— Albert Camus, The Plague
Greetings, from the center of the universe.
It is the second time in the last five days that I have pulled an all-nighter in attempts to realign my sleeping schedule. I’m sure past tumblin’ blogs have begun on much weaker terms… at least that is what I tell myself at seven a.m. when the last dregs of ye ole Starbucks run out and my brain runs in circles like my doddery old fool of a cat sliding about the bedroom floor.
