Eventually even the best of us will end up in a box. I call them Frog-boxes. All of us will end up in frog-boxes and we’ll all be sold to frogs. It’s sad really.

In other news, I don’t have anything much to say because I don’t have anything much to live for, right? Right. Although I did sign up for that Write A Novel In November thing that I’ll not mention by name because I don’t feel like it. I bet I don’t write a novel.

As far as I know, I’m not a descendant of anyone who was involved in the building of the pyramids, but how can I be sure? And since I can’t be sure, I have decided to err on the side of caution and assume that I am the rightful heir to the Eastern-most half of each of the three Egyptian pyramids. That’s right.

Apparently my roommate Marq came home last night and stumbled across a man hiding in our living room who had been in the process of stealing us. I guess the guy then left and the controls for our PS2 are missing, though the PS2 itself is still here, but unplugged. Of course, with Marq being the lazy introvert he is he isn’t willing to go to the super about this, let alone any law enforcement. The dozens of security cameras in our building, had they cognitive abilities, would weep for their very purpose being ignored. I guess that guy is just lucky that Marq caught him instead of Marq’s angry-at-the-world-roommate-with-a-superhero-fixation.

Though he was an idiot to go about unhooking the Playstation with all my DVDs Right There. But I guess that’s a good thing for me.

In other news, I had a dream last night involving quitting my job. I mean, it wasn’t the same job I had in the real world exactly, but I guess quitting is not a bad thing by any means. But then my dreams have been mostly insanse lately and my sleep fitful. Probably not a good thing.

Haiku!

Go go Mario!
Go all the way to world eight!
Beat the whole damn game!

Also, I’ve gone spendcrazy again. Lacking anything that actually makes me want to go about living, I just keep throwing money at books/DVDs/comics/toys/food or things that don’t really help my soul, but keep myself watching. Sure I may end up poor, but at least I’ll have posessions. It was about this time last year when last I went truly spendcrazy, I believe.

A few weeks back, as I reckon time, I thought up something while I was at work and I had nobody to share it with at the time. Yesterday I remembered it and must now record it here so it not be forgotton once more, as it sums up so much: Masturbating to a Spice Girls video would be more life-affirming than any time I spend at that job.

I haven’t really wanted to bring it up on here before, but I like to donate plasma on a weekly basis. I can recall a conversation with Kip over a year ago when I referred to making that donation as the only thing I look forward too in a week. Given that I have only become more depressed since then it is sad that yesterday I was told my iron count was one point too low and because of it I have to wait 56 days until I can donate again. I now have almost two months without the one thing I look forward to in any given week. Isn’t that just great.

Last night at work a co-worker said to me something to the effect of “Man, you look like you just saw your mother being gangbanged by, like, fifty guys while a bunch of people were hacking up babies and everybody was yelling ‘It’s all your fault! It’s all your fault'”. My reply was “No, I’m just here again”.

And finally, to quote Tim from the Office (and probably whoever he was quoting), “It’s better to be at the bottom of a ladder you want to climb than halfway up one you don’t.” I just need to get to a ladder I want to climb.

In any case, I don’t think I’m long for my current profession.