the moon is full tonight, or relatively close to it, and my reaction is to get depressed, antsy and picky...er, pickiER than usual. i seem to be seeing more hummer-driving dicks, i seem to be feeling more than typically overwhelmed by the thoughtlessness of the human race, and i see mister monkey a million miles away.
yeah. boo freakin' hoo. it is the super shiny privilege of a middle class DINK in the first world to suffer existential angst. most of the rest of the world is too busy scrounging for food. perspective? i gots it. i just forgets sometimes.
i think tonight will be a night that i curl up in my ultra-fabulously comfortable bed and think warm and mellow thoughts about my favourite spacewhip captain.* good night and don't let the werewolves bite.
* if you have to ask who i mean, you are sooo out of my club