Uh oh, existential ennui is beginning to bloom within me.

HOLD ... IT... OFF!

Maybe I can sleep it off?

I'm gonna ignore the pain in where I can only assume my appendix is.  It's probably nothing.  Ignoring how many times I threw up this morning, though that was probably from the migraine.

Existential crisiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis, stay away!  I'm ... happy isn't the right word... content with my place in the universe and my relative size!  Go away crushing thoughts!