I have felt pretty good lately, I was feeling pretty good, I felt happy?...yeah that fits.

Right now however I'm feeling depressed...my madcakes have been overpowered by pessimism and the sadcakes have flopped and leaked all over everything. I turned to the Celestial Cheese of Insightful Sightedness and I have come up with nothing. I employed my magnificent skills in pasta whispering and the pasta was lost. So I'm left talking to my pillow...listening to The Beatles thinking "$10 for a magic counter and another golden machete just for kicks". Then it hit me...why am I lying here when someone is hitting me with a stick? The Answer is simple, nothing is more entertaining than your own pain when you have nothing to do so I look towards the light of the day and realize the sun hasn't come up yet. In the end I guess I'm being depressed for no reason. In reflection to this discovery I have just realized I have wasted my time and thus have fallen back into depression while realising that it is a waste of time to be so thus being stuck in a paradox of Depressing and enlightenment.