I don't generally feel anything until noon; then it's time for my nap.
Someone went upside my head again.
My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists.
Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
You could get on a boat there, get away. That fit with the terrorism hypothesis.