Days like this, I am overwhelmed by information I cannot process. Fights with my wife, information regarding the imminent U.S. military state, stupid conflict with another person, lack of sleep, bad judgment calls, etc.

I want a redo. Start over from midnight on. Or fast forward to tomorrow. Not smoking makes stress ridiculously difficult to handle. I can’t talk sense into everyone or make them stop behaving like children.

The end is coming. The end is coming soon. In my lifetime. Or immediately after.