“Nonsense. You are under the impression that hatred is more exhausting than love. Why should it be? And if it were, what difference would that make? Suppose that we choose to wear ourselves out faster. Suppose that we quicken the tempo of human life till men are senile at thirty. Still what difference would it make? Can you not understand that the death of the individual is not death?” (fr. 1984 by George Orwell)
It’s 2008: life moves fast.
I’m getting pretty damn tired.
How about you?
DeMarCaTionVille 
erf!
thanks, i so needed to feel more addled and senile. that novel continues to become more frighteningly accurate every dang day.
I don’t think we’d be so damn tired if things were a little easier around here.