Ursula K LeGuin was onto something when she talked about the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain cause when I get woken up by my stomach deciding it’s pain-o-clock again my thoughts aren’t some deep contemplation of the human condition, they’re “ow ow ow ow ow ow ow where’s my meds ow ow ow ow get me crackers ow ow”.














