Since September it's just gotten colder and colder. There's less daylight now, I've noticed too. This can only mean one thing - the sun is going out. In a few more months the Earth will be a dark and lifeless ball of ice. Dad says the sun isn't going out. He says its colder because the earth's orbit is taking us farther from the sun. He says winter will be here soon. Isn't it sad how some people's grip on their lives is so precarious that they'll embrace any preposterous delusion rather than face an occasional bleak truth?

If you can't control your peanut butter, you can't expect to control your life.

I suppose if we couldn't laugh at things that don't make sense, we couldn't react to a lot of life.

Of course, REAL zombies never get the giggles when they look at each other.

If you don't get a goodnight kiss, you get Kafka dreams.

It's psychosomatic. You need a lobotomy. I'll get a saw.

I'm killing time while I wait for life to shower me with meaning and happiness.