Don't read this if you value the quality of my life at all, because you will be proved wrong

So, do like a 1000 people die every day in Pakistan? Or somewhere in Indonesia? America's success is in large part due to our lucky positioning on the natural disaster map. I'd really love to know enough to be able to look at the large scope and predict just by weather pattern which economies will be more lucrative in the centuries to come.My perspective is still there, its buried under celebrity swag and onion flavored financial pettiness, but I swear I can still reach back to it if I just THINK really hard. m., you're wrong. The solutions are not the knives, but rather the spoons. Spoons are crucial to living a life worth talking about. Spoons are your best friend. They stir coffee, they have more surface area to squish things with like small insects, and the unique reflective surface qualities remind us we are sitting on a very large round thing and we might fall off at any second. Full circle would be if we could create a device where the hamster ran on the outside of the wheel. Then we might be able to make the general population understand, and then people might not be so mean, because they would understand that there is more to life than eating and fucking out of boredom and paying bills that aren't really important in the first place. Hah! There isn't anything more to life, you bourgey commie bastard. Eating and fucking and paying bills really ARE important. Stop thinking out of boredom!

How do you make someone happy who has realized that they will never get what they want out of life? Especially how do you do that when you've already realized the same thing, and then realized the one thing worth hoping for was happiness with that other person? But it turns out that the idea that saved you from making mincemeat out of your soul? Doesn't do it for them. You can't make them happy or give them a reason to keep trying for anything. You're not enough. Is that the point where you give up? Because if you give up, then not only are you abandoning them in an hour of desperate emotional need, but you're also giving up on the very one thing you have left to give you any happiness at all. My life is the very hardest video game ever created. I wish someone else would start playing it, is all. I don't want control of it anymore. I'm very very tired. I'm so tired it hurts to use my organs. I'm so tired, masturbating is easier than even thinking about sex. I'm so tired, my feet hurt before I even get out of bed in the morning. I'm so tired, my usual zest for assasination of large public figures has been tempered to a mild homicidal glow, and even then who knows how I could command my fingers, my muscles are so very very tired. I can't even work up a good mean rant about people I don't know. Blah Blah Blah. See, a spoon would be way more effective than a knife for scooping my own eyes out.

In other news, they figured out where short gamma rays come from. That's something.