Pas de Maru, Part 2

Since I’m looking at my taxes in these last days before the deadline, I’m feeling especially strongly that the world is futile, existence meaningless and things in general have a certain, well, je ne sais quoi.

In short, I’m feeling feline and French. So here’s something that encapsulates the essence of ennui:

Je m'excuse, mais...I'll just pour myself un verre and contemplate les jeux de Jerry Lewis.

Beats the hell out of taxes.