Life is an incurable condition: the only known treatment is to try to keep the patient comfortable.
My success lies in having achieved a record numbers of failures.
I don't understand you. You don't understand me. What else do we have in common?
I can no longer face life, so I've decided to go through the rest of it backwards.
At what point in my struggle with nature will nature finally give up?
I recently had my problems on the run, but now they've re-grouped, and are making another attack.