feel very tired, also moderately to extremely waterlogged
wish the rain would fall in amounts less copious

coming progressively closer to 100 hits, though 'when was i not'
can't wait until the day on which i will meet the number 100
then, surpassing it,
move progressively farther from it

feel like this will lend my life some meaning


but what about meaning

when faced with the absurdity of life in an indifferent universe, why/how does one find meaning?

when faced with the absurdity of life in an indifferent blogosphere, why/how does one find meaning?

feel uncomfortable asking such questions
feel mildly to healthily afraid of being perceived as a 'pseudointellectual bro who's down for a 'deep' conversation about philosophy'