"All the best ones, when you thought it over, were happy. It was much better to be happy and it was a sign of something too. It was like having immortality while you were still alive. That was a complicated one. There were not many of them left though. No, there were not many of the happy ones left. There were very damned few of them left. And if you keep on thinking like that, my boy, you won't be left either. Turn off the thinking now, old timer, old comrade. You're a bridge-blower now. Not a thinker." i worked for six hours today. it was a somewhat dull day as far as interesting things happening at work goes. i stopped at mcdonalds during my deliveries to get some food because i was starving. i wonder if they would get really angry if they found out i did that or if they would just laugh it off. i'm not sure. either way, i was getting paid for getting mcdonalds, and i had time to spare anyway, so i was satisfied. and, of course, that's all that really matters, as we all know. i was just watching my cat trying to kill or maim or do whatever to a little hopping cricket. but the cricket was hopping on a blanket laying on the ground, so every time my cat stabbed at it with his paws, the cricket would just smugly jump away again, because the surface was too soft for any damage to be done to his tiny body. this game of.. oh fuck it, the pun here is way too obvious to even say, so anyway, this went on for about ten minutes before the cat either lost sight of our little bouncy friend or just got bored and walked away, content with just hunching in a corner, staring at the wall instead. it seems that these days i have far too few interesting stories to tell. the only things left to type about are 'feelings' and 'emotions' from my head. and what a complete waste of perfectly good html space those usually are.