Once again under attack of both anxiety and boredom. Two deadly potions. They come visit once in a while to confirm that I am still a devout believer of meaninglessness.

If only some doctor can cut out my heart, feed it to the dogs, pull out my intestines, wrap them around a pole, and dump my brains into a fish bowl, then I can finally learn the word peace. Why human mind and body are forever at war with themselves? Truce is just not enough. I am tired of negotiating.