AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
My brain hurts. Have you ever felt you were speaking a different language then the person you were talking to, not because you couldn't understand the words, but because your perseptions of reality were so disperate that they have no clue what you are really saying, just the cliched connotations that they have associated with the words? Yeah, that's pretty much the source of my headache at the moment. But hey, time heals all right? Yeah right, time's a fucking slavedriver, driving me to my grave. And since I'm feeling my own mortality, I have the urge to be quixotic and take on the entire fucking world. But I can't fight worth a damn, I'm too whipped at the moment. At least I'm surrounded by people who love me right now, with angry chick music playing (even though I can't understand a word, and not because of communication issues, it's in Hebrew). Hopefully the world will be a little brighter in a while. Who am I to predict the future? Thankfully that's Calvin's department, not mine.