A Day In The Life Of An Oblivious Ape.: Epitome of...whatever.

If there's anything I realised these past two weeks, it's that I'm gonna need all things positive to keep me in a sane state of mind.

I don't think I'm kidding.

Give it all you've got.

Send over those little ponies and bunny rabbits with ribbons on their ears and other appendages one might or might not deem offensive.

Draw a frickin' rainbow in the background and let me wear a circlet of daisy chains on my head.

For fuck's sake, turn me into a joint-smoking, peace-loving hippie!

Anything to get me out of this funk, man.

There just comes a day in every month of the year (No, it's not what you may or may not think it might or might not be. Let it sink in.) when that sudden feeling of uncertainty just dawns on someone. Especially on someone who doesn't like to be uncertain.

Namely, me.

I mean, I accept that some things in life just can't be set in stone, but I take comfort in the fact that there are some things I hold dear and will remain so no matter what happens.

But when that fact suddenly becomes fact no more, the realisation becomes excruciatingly soul-shatteringly painful to bear.

That's not good.

I just...don't know anymore.

Bleh, this part is edited. Literary diarrhoea, I'd like to call it. Read it? Good, you just got a little more insight into the convoluted mass that is my soul.

I'd need all the brightsides I can get to get out of this funkhole. (Hey, it rhymes! *Ba-dump-pssh*)

Feel free to quote me on that one.