You know, there are just some days when the apocalypse is too much.
You've been having trouble with the mailman. He keeps leaving those obnoxious "Beware the Ides of March" pamphlets on your doorstep. And don't even get me started on the existential dread that comes with realizing you're just a speck of dust in an infinite expanse.
Did you know the meaning of life? Probably not, or you'd be doing better.