What’s the point?
I could keep drinking, but what’s the point?
What’s the point if there’s no one to share the laughter with?
What’s the point if there’s no one to share the experience with?
There isn’t, right?
I could keep drinking, but what’s the point?
What’s the point if there’s no one to share the laughter with?
What’s the point if there’s no one to share the experience with?
There isn’t, right?
The Internet of things has ruined me. It creates an unnecessary and unfounded paranoia. Why do I find the need to Google my first two lines, when 15 years ago, it would not even be a thought? Is it the fear of writing something similar... Continue →