Heals The Original Dryness

top ten worst ways to spend your weekend:
7. The Dostoyevsky Getaway:
Sit alone in a dark room, thinking of fun things to do; then realize that they're futile, since there is no God, and nothing ultimately matters; then curse yourself for thinking too much, and wish you could just relax and enjoy life like other people; then despise yourself for wanting to be like the brainless bourgeois cattle around you; then laugh at your folly in chasing your own intellectual tail like this; then loathe yourself for laughing, because deep down, you think you might really want to do some of those fun things, but you know that you never, never will, because no matter how much you want to live and love, you are too afraid -- of yourself, of the dark, of life, and of death; and the ultimate curse, and the ultimate joke, is that even your fear, digust and self-hatred don't matter, since there is no God, and nothing matters...
Repeat until Monday, then go back to work.

that made me laugh out loud. it really shouldn't have cause i know people like that, but if you've read dostoyevsky it's halarious.