And the new day was a great big fish.

[raven]

I begin to wonder what, exactly, is my pupose here; whether I have one or am meaningless cloud of chemical reactions or weakly interacting subatomic particles or alternatively, have been reading too much philosophy; why I can't sleep ever and wake up in the morning and can't face the day; whether one is suppose to think the new day is a great big fish or if everyone takes each day as a surmountable obstacle; if all I can do of any worth is effortlessly convert oxygen into carbon dixoide; whether I should stay or go.

Blah, blah, blah. I am a five foot four waste of space.