h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

well, another satisfying nite in the life of so called me. it's 5:12 am, got horrendously drunk tonite, tried to sleep on my friends huge couch but sleep, she would not come to me. instead i sit here , a few hours later, on her computer slowly sobering. its the worst brockwurst in the world to me now, but as i see it i can do nothing about it. iinstead i just go stale. I can hear my friend in the apartment downsairs f**king his brains out, and all i can say is that it sounds ridiculous like someone trying to shove 2 maracas down their throat simultaneously/ blah... ah well, i did what i had to and now i am sleepless and my contacts are sticking to my eyeballs like mortar to pavement. Stale. just stale.

ah, you get the sticky contact thing too. nothing like pasty dry eyes to prod one into a sobering gloomy reverie. but I always find feeling stale builds up a pressure of boredom which leads me to doing something ridiculous to upend my entire existence and this tends to last a good while till the new one becomes all mouldy and furry. this is part of the reason I am going overseas but also because it just feels right!!

Ahh, i see. Its contacts that force us to be this way?
Travel, accept certain unalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old.(sunscreen song)
anywho, yeh the staleness and reverie does sort of force you out into some sort of actions, or atleast put you into a nice feeling of parylization and uselessness that often makes brilliantly depressing poetry. Great tremulous and scary actions like when you throw yourself up into a big mess of hopefulness, thinking that life may actually be beginning to get good and interesting and to your bewildered suprise ...............
it actually does.