I'm surprised anyone can make any sense of my Shai Hulud-inspired, dramatically epic rhetoric about mundane topics. I see things from a much different perspective, or so my psychologist told me. Life should be lived epically, I think. The simple should be grandiose in a universe that seems to have a vendetta against life itself that rivals the hatred of any man. Praise the fact that I spent this week painting the last two rooms in my house, swearing and throwing things after being splashed with paint because I'm mechanically challenged. And I rejoice knowing that I will never paint another room again. By the time I need to, I will be making more than enough money to pay someone to do it for me. I really hate painting. Boxing Day!!!
