Um. Really? Why are you here?
I'm just biding my time. I think the cats are just a little tired of talking to me, so here I am.
And until I follow any other inspirations, here I remain.
Peace, love, and pop-tarts,
No, it had not even been a day brightened with happiness and joy. Rather, it had been just one of those days which for a long while now had fallen to my lot; the moderately pleasant, the wholly bearable and tolerable, lukewarm days of a discontented middle-aged man; days without special pains, without special cares, without particular worry, without despair; days on which the question whether the time has not come to follow the example of Adalbert Stifter and have a fatal accident while shaving...
[Hermann Hesse, ‘Steppenwolf’]