Even if it sounds like pure wisdom now, it might turn out to be complete bullshit tomorrow morning. Or the next time you read through it. And it will only become worse the longer you ponder over it. Please someone save me from the perils of written words! Oh my god, this is complete bullshit, but who cares. Asking for perfection in a useless diary that nobody reads anyway would be taking things too far. But, wait, I read this thing! Ah, no, it´s starting again. I need to get out of here.