Formula for bout of depression and loss of faith in humanity: watch The Future of Food, Robert Newman's A History of Oil, and Idiocracy in succession. Yes, at times I find myself with time by which I can do stupid things to my psyche.
Formula for dose of pure, spasmic joy: carry 5 week-old nephew in arms until he falls asleep. Mastercard got that advertisement of theirs dead-on. Some things/moments are priceless.
Good night little monkey. May you not grow feathers.
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