Found this email I sent to Matt back when I worked at Medical Manager... I've got nothing this fun to say anymore.
I thank the deity for a continuing to deliver the pain that keeps me
strong and full of unfocused rage. Classic transference. I can't
get to god so I'll take it out on everyone else. We both know how
much life sucks. You can dwell on it or you can ignore/deny it, but
you can't get past it like some would have us believe. Our main
problem is that distraction is the key to happiness and we are too
aware of truths. We can NEVER be happy. We can only lose ourselves
in mutual superiority for intermediate streches of time. Super
powers or extreme wealth are part of our meager "hope" list because
they offer us endless distraction without having to come back "down
to earth" This is our ultimate "high but I'm even sadder because I'm
starting to doubt that we will ever obtain the uber wealth goal and
let's face it exposure to radiation only makes your dick fall off,
not a super power I'd consider too great. I'm beginning to think our
only hope now is a severe head trauma tossing us into the warm
embrace of mother-profoundly-retarded. Maybe your "last hope" list
contains the added member of "true love"... even if you are right you
can be sure that your "true love" was raped and killed by bikers in a
bar last weekend. What was she doing in a bar, you ask? Sorry man
she was cheating on you.
I know you know all this but sometimes things just have to be said
anyways. You know to give us the illusion that we have some power
over the situation. Somebody get me a yardstick.