No, I don't mean, like playing russian roulette while holed up in a cabin with some ex-pat Muscovites as the stench of rotting sturgeon pervades the sensory appendages...but rather, cashing in the magical good karma coupon that's been delayed for some time. "I am weary of feeling like I don't warrant bliss in my life. Give me bliss until I feel like I'm fixing to die, and then we can pick back up where we left off with the routine-ish misery u.s.w."
― dell, Wednesday, 9 April 2008 18:14 (sixteen years ago) link