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The Darkness can consume all but my thoughts

My mind fights bitterly against sleep, and what a ruthless fighter it is.

It was a good Mother’s Day. For once I find myself not simply balking at the blatent commercialization that runs through it, but instead appreciating its ability to be an excuse to appreciate those in the world that keep life going. To the mothers of the world I salute thee.

Today, a girl who knew me, and yet whom I would have claimed I had never even seen before, deigned to show me a smile I won’t soon forget. Thanks to you, whoever you are.

On a very different note, I’ve begun and nearly finished Orson Scott Card’s novel Ender’s Game. It has invoked reflections on my own thoughts more than any book I have read in recent history. If you’re prone to over-introspection like me, I’m not even sure if I can recommend it, but it is surely a novel worth reading.

A fresh week of work awaits me in the morning. I dread the middle of the day where it seems like 5 pm will never come. I’m beginning to think that Heaven is place where we are finally able to attain some sort of revenge upon the universe for having situations such as these, where time stands still and our own modern sense of self preservation locks us into our positions drowning in a sea of monotony. Words do far too much justice to this in my case, but I think I get my point across. At least we can take comfort in the fact that Cthulhu Saves.