Thinking of the Gmork the all-out nihilist philosopher, also a very large dog

I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me but I have been second-guessing myself so much for the last few months that now I’ve come to the point where I’m second-guessing second-guessing in itself.

I sort of tried to come up with a list last night of everything that’s been bothering me lately and the list got so out of hand, got so huge that I actually had to trim it down to one condensed item, me.

Okay then. Enough with the “coasting my way to safety” routine.
I’m back.