despair
i'm hungry. the air smells like fried food. i am not going to eat fried food. i am going to eat stale pizza, because that is what i have. and then i'm going to spend the evening downloading games i know i will never feel like playing, and then i am going to go to bed. in this way i will let all of life pass me by for lack of time, money, or inclination, and then the small mark i left on the world will be smoothed over very quickly after i am gone, and there will be no more of me
oh well.