 What is my deal?  Why does life seem so hard when it is so, so easy?
What is my deal?  Why does life seem so hard when it is so, so easy?
For everyone's amoosement, here is a picture someone took of me in a wax museum. Several people were mugging with the figures, so I decided to try. I was touring the place alone, so a stranger took this photo. It's hard to be silly with a total stranger saying "which button do I push?"
I need to clean my house. Please don't even mention my aquariums. I am overwhelmed. Yes, that's right: I have a wonderful home, Carlton, my whole family, a job that pays me well, and more than I ever dreamed of having. Whine, whine.
I need a challenge. I need new things, new experiences, and new people to challenge my perspectives. I want to sleep well, to drink great wine, and to be less judgemental. I am tired.
 
			
Ok, your comments thing hates me. Being Mr. Obvious, it sounds like you are bored. I’ve been in funks that stem from boredom despite having a house full of stuff I should do and a house full of stuff I can do to amuse myself while avoiding the stuff I should do. I can’t really give you a good formula for how to break the rut as I’ve always come out after a day or two.
I know, that’s not really helpful. I’m not a cheerleader (or therapist), but you have friends and family who care (and will probably go to great lengths to amuse you 🙂 ).
Rolemaster heals all. Nuff said. Seeya Sunday.
No, no. Beer heals all.
Alright everybody, lets put 2 and 2 together. Beer while gaming heals all. Although, I prefer a good scotch.