Peace

I just completed yet another epic saga in literature. I think my library is too big and the gigabytes in my brain are running low on memory. I have crammed way too much in there and find myself remembering things I thought were long forgotten in short flashes. I have got to quit analyzing everything and studying curiosities until I'm spent. My thirst for knowledge is getting me no where really. The more I learn the more I forget and the more I forget the more flashbacks I get. Thus, I cannot reach an end and I am stuck in a cycle. This is the weirdest part of life. At least to frustrated little ol' me it is.

ACK! But Shel Silverstein makes sense...