Blogger Ennui

I don't know what's gotten in to me. Is it yoga? Or does it have something to do with a culture that glorifies huge plastic animals nailed to billboards in our faces, and then throwing them out, as some kinda perfect world economic order we should all kiss more ass to have even more of? Beats the fuck out of me. I don't know when I'll return to my senses. I could care less really.