I laid awake last night. I laid awake thinking for two straight hours. As part of my new "get your ass out of bed in a reasonable time" philosophy I made myself go to bed way too early, and as a result I laid in bed thinking, for two straight hours.
It started simple, thoughts about the world, what a sorrowful state it is in. I thought about how there is no cure for herpes and how the medicine business would lose a lot of money if there was. Then I thought about cancer, how many job opportunities and medicine cash it produces, and then I thought that there would never be a cure for cancer. I thought about my parents and how they were way too old by the time I came into the world. Their state of minds are welded in the olden times, when you'd walk into the woods and chop down some trees, then sell it for rent and living. A time where computers where advanced calculators and the internet only a dream someone had yet to dream. I thought about how we never traveled when I was little. Once we went to a place called Lycksele, to a camping site with lots of other kids around. I remember loving it, but then I got diarrhea, sharted in my pants and no one would play with me. Then I thought about my drunken conversation with my father on Christmas eve and how it ended, he said that my sister ruined the family...
Then I fell asleep.
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