ma un caffé prima del pisolino?
How about running NY marathon and smoking DMT 400 meters from the finishing line, you being the first and the second being 1 km away from you?

I am in a somewhat similar situation actually. And the feeling of having no control is even more appalling because there's a huge unknowingness that timely my brain has to turn into sequences of Worst Case Scenarios.
What you don't know will hurt you. But can one know everything? Yea, the NSA does. I should become an Orwellian Dystopia.

That's the key to true happiness. Ultimately, Hippies know shit. Where's your dear consciousness expansion at, yo lil' wank stains

• Dystopia Chief