The comsummation of my search for meaning in a sea of meaninglessness...

I think that it'd help if I decided to think of this mixed metaphors as meaningful; "Some people sail through life on a bed of roses like a knife slicing through butter". Kind of a tongue-twister, but I'm sure that it has hidden depths. Kind of like still waters running deep (although on second thoughts if the waters are still, how can they run at all?).

If we live our lives sailing through a meaningless sea, there are two very important things to remember. The first, that its possible to be an island unto oneself. The second, that a person's life is like a television show, and you're the presenter. Think about every conversation you have as if you're an interviewer, and the audience of one wants to know something intractable about your interviewee. As far as island living goes, this is something covered to the n'th degree by the insightful Nick Hornby:

"It helps to think of the day as units of time, each unit consisting of thirty minutes. Most activities take about half an hour. Taking a bath. Doing the crossword. Exercising. Three units."

In other news, I've been very sick today, and ancksunamun has been taking care of me. She's very very good to me, and I love her very much. :)