14th April 2005

I am still in a bit of a stupor which I can't pinpoint accurately to any one source. Happiness seems to be a goal which seems to ever be beyond the reach of my desperate grasping hand.

Pessimism is a habit I find extremely hard to kick.

Here I am wishing I had a magic bullet to cure my pathos!


Why am I sad?

Perhaps because I am virtually homeless and have no working light source in my room.

Perhaps because my libido is being tried on a scale never before experienced.

Perhaps I'm too mentally tired to do even the simplest of tasks, with my mood held hostage by the flailing equity markets.


Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...