I hated blogger with all my soul last night.

I wrote an epic entry last night and it was lost to some random internet fuck up. It was a beautiful diatribe on how the works of men are generally futile and how we as a species feel the compulsion to do something, to have purpose. The analogy I used was that we suddenly came into existence and the cosmic spotlight is on us from the very beginning. The glare blinds us to who is watching and makes us feel the compulsion to preform, the problem is preform what?
I've realized that I've all but lost my conversation abilities. I find myself saying exactly what I have to say and then nothing else. Most people are made uncomfortable by this I think.