I think I'm an

idiot.

I'm a fool hiding under the pretense of intelligence.

I'm re-evaluating life. the universe, and everything. 'm pretty sure the answer's not 42.

Won't you tell me what the answer is?

Why? why? why?

Sometimes, I wish my brain would just stop thinking.

But I suppose that's what movies, tvs, music and Terry Pratchett is for.

I also happen to be depressed at the moment. Probably for the rest of the week? Maybe?

Thanks for eating ice cream with me Beatrice, Kelvin and Mel. : )