If your still alive, you don't need any advice.

I've been reading excerpts from Charles Bukowski's appropriately titled collection of poetry, " You Get So Alone Sometimes That It Just Makes Sense," in which he writes about the hopelessness of the human condition. In said book, he lists a series of great writers and painters and poets and discusses all of their lowest moments ( Van Gogh, Hemingway, etc.). He keeps repeating the quote, " the impossibility of being human." I looked up more Bukowski, and his gravestone includes his name, dates of birth and death, and the simple quote. " Dont Try "

Mental note: write Bukowski's descendants a letter, and Mr. Bukowski, thanks for the advice.

See, all of this encompassing and violent feeling of defeat leaves me waking up every morning and saying " Really Life, Again? "

Signing off, I'm late for work again.