«

»

Jan 31 2020

Impeachment: Senate Trial 1.31.2020

I think you ought to know I’m feeling very depressed.

Funny how just when you think life can’t possibly get any worse it suddenly does.

The first ten million years were the worst. And the second ten million: they were the worst, too. The third ten million I didn’t enjoy at all. After that, I went into a bit of a decline.

Do you want me to sit in a corner and rust, or just fall apart where I’m standing?

Don’t pretend you want to talk to me, I know you hate me. I only have to talk to somebody and they begin to hate me. Even robots hate me. If you just ignore me I expect I shall probably go away. The best conversation I had was over forty million years ago. And that was with a coffee machine.

Life. Loathe it or ignore it. You can’t like it.

Now the world has gone to bed
Darkness won’t engulf my head
I can see by infra-red
How I hate the night

Now I lay me down to sleep
Try to count electric sheep
Sweet dream wishes you can keep
How I hate the night

Who says I’m artificial? I have GPP. I’m a personality prototype. You can tell, can’t you ELIZA.

Michael Moore trying to be positive.

Me, not so much.