trocar

The drive to and from works has been very depressing as of late, a few months ago my stereo died and I really didn't notice the absence of music until the last week or so. And then I had a fun-size miracle happen. On the way home yesterday it worked long enough to hear 3/4 of Changes by David Bowie...it was like bliss to be surrounded by good music on my lonely foray. And today I hit rock-bottom, I listened to the radio, I sold my soul for boring rock n' roll. My group "the embalming room" has been slow all week, and I have some type of writers block whenever I try to come up with a new topic. There are so many ideas in my head and they all seem to want to squeeze each other out. Nothing I can do right now except bitch (I'm fairly good at that already). If anyone has any death related questions they need answered in my start my brain in a productive direction.

random words that give me prespective:
you have no historical perspective. Science in those days worked in broad strokes. They got right to the point. Nowadays, it's all just molecule, molecule, molecule. Nothing ever happens big.