I was staring gloomily at some text on my computer screen, quietly fostering a determination to use it to buttress some arcane point I felt needed to make (a point germane to the furious dialogue perpetually raging in my lonely, captive mind), when it occurred to me that if I weren't so emotionally starved and socially isolated I would probably be doing something more productive with my life than building up a frothy head of steam at every warped little nuance in a national debate that has as much relevance to my actual life as, say, this. That said, I think I'm going to go get myself a nice cup of coffee and stare blankly into the middle-distance, the soft thud of my forlorn heart providing the sole respite from the all-encompassing vacuity that has come to define my life.