That is the Question,

Bored, are we?

I guess so, Ha ha, Happy days

I have of late- but wherefore I know not- lost all my mirth,
forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with
my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me
a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you,
this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with
golden fire- why, it appeareth no other thing to me than a foul
and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work
is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form
and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world, the
paragon of animals! And yet to me what is this quintessence of
dust? Man delights not me- no, nor woman neither... nor woman neither

(just been watching Withnail & I again)
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"There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you'll ever be. Then you accept it... or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking into mirrors."
- Londo Mollari, Babylon 5