And then, out of the blue, it came to me. It was right there in front of me the whole time. I can't believe i've gone all this time without noticing. but since i did, about a couple months ago, things have been great. That whole staring at the ceiling thing? Gone! It was a miracle, and it was there the whole time.

Oh, you want to know what the fuck i'm talking about.

Well, it's quite simple, really. My whole concept of "happiness" is totally fucked. Needs to be destroyed, and rebuilt from the ground up.

Yep. That should be no problem.
And while i do that, i'll party, and see wax maniquens, and party some more.

Yes. I have totally lost it.