To add to the quotidian trend of quotation, "Living's mostly wasting time." Spring is never to be trusted, as most conspiracies of consistency rarely are. See Neruda's Walking Around, from one of the volumes of Residence on Earth.

Oh dear Headonist. Ever the malcontent.

One day we must meet up for sushi.

Squirrling away inner resources is sure to pay off sometime

You are too clever for me, my dear. And thank you!

'Kind'?? Aghast! You save that talk for strangers, you hear?

I'd be up for other vegetarian options. You could teach me. And yes, I know. A frillion miles. At least you know people in real life. I'm always alone. Everyone is always just out of my reach.