I had the idea of trying to figure out my philosophy of life, which I could maybe turn into a book if I spent decades on it. But now I wonder if it'd work better as a feature film that's mostly just me rambling at a manifestation of
Bloopy. The descent into madness.
Meanwhile, there are now 3 things that may be infinite. The universe, human stupidity, and the amount of drilling required to attach new cladding to an apartment building. 1 year on and they're still going at it here. Bloody hell!