Cogito ergo numb

It is cool to be sick of things. Everything is worth getting sick of. We get sick of people, food, life and whatever else can come to mind. What, exactly, happens, when we eventually get sick of feeling sick? Is it possible to think oneself into numbness? I've encountered a couple individuals that I can only classify as "numb". Perhaps it is shown by a general apathy to work and life in general, or perhaps an inability or unwillingness to express opinions regarding issues.

Anyway, I had tried the numb routine in which I'd just pretty much disregard everything that went on around me. Maybe like read a book or essentially space out. It doesn't work. Worse, still, stuff comes back out of the past to haunt the present (which, by Murphy's Law, happens only at the worst possible time) and increasing the risk of a mental breakdown from excessive stress. I wonder if there is a way to compartmentalize one's life and pretty much handle impossible issues only later on when solutions become possible.

Ok. That aside, I'd been wondering about pizzas. Why are some mozzarella toppings so chewy, stringy and essentially "yummy" when the stuff I use always winds up tasting like starch? Starchy-tasting mozzie doesn't improve even when amounts are reduced or increased. I'm quite sad about that. The only consolation is that I know that generally delicious pizza from the same nice pizza chain varies in quality, too. Some places put too little pepperoni into it, and others just don't make them "perfect" like the few really good ones at the joint.

Speaking of mozzies...there's a flying mosquito in my room that I'm calling Bugger. She obviously has had commando training. There's a massive mozzie hunt out there, but there's no end in sight. I hope to nail her before she dies of old age. =p