Happiness. It comes on unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really, any early morning talk about it.

What good are insights? They only make things worse.

I am too nervous to eat pie.

This is awful. I don't know what's going to happen to me or to anyone else in the world.

I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to. And I don't know how I got here. It's a strange place. It's a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.

and did you get what you wanted from this life even so? i did.

Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.