So much tow write and nothing to say. Pointlessness. It's all so pointless. I was thinking today (well, that's all I do, really), that I would like to attempt suicide. Not seriously, or actually kill myself, but as a sort of social experiment..... I'm in a very happy place right now. Drug-Free, I assure you, but this is a sort of happy-like thing too. It's an experimentation with life, testing the tide.... I won't actually do it, I would never, but the urge is there. Not to be dead, but to do something drastic and out of the ordinary. I've been thinking about reality again and about the universe. Things bigger than me. nothing I can change, but a realm I can explore. Well, I'm going to go melt my brain in front of our HD TV now. All these stupid thoughts can run out my ears and form a puddle in the shape of mickey mouse's head...... That's all they are really. Everything is Mickey Mouse because everything is connected. Oh shit, was I slipped something in my curried peas and tofu or lentils? Or is is the dayquill? I hope people (whoever bothers to read this shit) realize that I'm really not serious at all, that this was just a thought entertained by my stimulation-starved mind.