Just had one of those really claustrophobic,exhaustive pissing off days.You know when it all seems rather devoid.
And meaning plays such a hard-to-get bitch.
Existential literature has no point.Spending money on existential literature is such a paradox.Isn't it?Well yeah sure,its good to have what you think spelled out but it makes you feel like a crockful of shit.And yet,I think I might like it.Because such is life. -_0
Who are you cheating if you're cheating in an IQ Test?Competition at its worst.
Oh well.Theme song for today,and other such days-

	Zero7 - In The Waiting Line .mp3
	Found at bee mp3 search engine

Because you do things,for other people and it makes you think,so does everybody.Well,not.
Stop fooling yourself.
Your success is for others to praise.Your failures for them to ridicule.To each his own.But you aren't everybody.Remember.And always keep varied measuring scales handy. :]