I knew there was something I had to do yesterday. I couldn't remember what it is. I can't figure it out. I know it's a holiday. I know I don't have a meeting. It's very confusing.
There was a perverse side of me, with things like Van Helsing coming out. I didn't want to go down that route.
The real cause of personal existence is not the favor of the Almighty, but the sexual love of one's earthly parents.