Ah, dread, my constant friend, I'm all atwitter. Just fed Peretz a heart-shaped premium biscuit, listening to eurodisco, drinking the last dregs of yesterday's coffee, sounds awesome, I know, but something's missing. Nico's singing in my ears now, that's better.
Having lots of trouble organizing the coming work week in my head, will probably go OK once it's underway, but still, my brain is getting old, lack the sense of total presence I'm used to, you may have to come to someone or something else for your existential analytics soon, just a stuttering bad joke machine, maybe a libation of magic fairy oil is required?
So hurry up, your time to turn my tendency to mistake transient physiological conditions for universal dilemmas to your advantage is strictly limited.