I got sucked into following this story about three seemingly unrelated health care providers who incorporated alternative medicine into their practice who were all murdered within a short period of time. I even have Google Alerts for their names.

I'm not really sure if I'm ready to abandon my last blog yet, but I felt like I needed a change of some sort. Actually, I probably need a lot of changes, but we'll start with one at a time.

Oddly, my horoscope gets it right:

Nothing like Radiohead to give you a sense of futility and meaninglessness.

friends say that i spend too much time thinking. you can always catch me staring out the window, oblivious to my surroundings, lost in the arcane, labyrinthine inner working of mind. some might call it an absence seizure, except that it lasts way too long.

See the problem here is that Sisyphus is cheating. It diminishes the true (futile) achievement. Fuck it all.

My soul is screaming.