There's a medium pizza being delivered to my door.

It costs $14.99.

What a ripoff. I hope it feeds me for at least two more meals.

I used to go out on Friday night and Saturday nights. Now I mostly sit at home. When I think about going out, I just don't care.

If I were represented graphically, the bars on my graph for "Jaded" and "Cynical" would be flying up.

I don't expect to meet any people I like. I don't even expect to be interested by watching everyone interact with each other, which used to be very interesting to me.

The thought of meeting strange, interesting, attractive women at parties doesn't even titillate me in the least.

It makes me desire, in a sort of indifferent way, to ingest a huge amount of acid and ram a hijacked airplane into my own head.