I get the sense sometimes that my life is on a train track. There's twists and turns and different settings and people but in the end it's all preplanned, on a defined course. We're so worried about so much stuff and in the end we already know what happens: we die. I'm not trying to be morbid but it's just the reality of it. I just get the sense that whatever happens it'll all be fine and it doesn't really matter because I'm just chugging away on these "rails" and I'll end up at the same destination.

Man, I think I've been watching too much Six Feet Under.