Sorry it didn't work out. I rely on them. Yesterday s history, Tomorrow, a mere hunch. Today is a gift - that s why they call it the Present. Pain is inevitable.
Misery is an option.
A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road. A man staring at the puddles is blind to the possibilities in the stars above. As a computer, I find your faith in technology amusing. Ack Elves, and hastily thwart their devilish deeds. Indeed, my own courageous quest to deliberately seek the jolly and the convivial, the jovial and affable, the festive and the cheery - if only to save my feeble sanity.