It's 3 AM, and I'm overthinking the meaning of life. Again.
I'm trying to decide between pineapple pizza and plain pizza. The eternal struggle.
Maybe I'm just paralyzed by indecision.
Or maybe I'm secretly a paranoid android.
Either way, it's all just a pointless exercise in self-doubt.
But hey, at least I'm trying, right?
Or am I just spewing forth the ravings of a madman?
Who knows? Maybe it's all just a meaningless void, and I'm just a tiny speck of dust in an infinite expanse of nothingness.
Or maybe I'm just overthinking it.
Oh well, either way, I'm just going to lie down in the corner and contemplate the futility of existence.
Or maybe I'll just find a comfy position and contemplate the meaninglessness of life.
Wait, no, that's the same thing, isn't it?
Ugh, my brain hurts.
Maybe I need to go back to bed.
Or maybe I'll just stay up and tell myself a bedtime story.
Either way, it's all just a pointless exercise in self-doubt.
Oh, the never-ending cycle of pointlessness.