Sometimes it feels like there has been entirely too much sobriety in my life.
My dreams have been replaced by the constant pursuit of the dollar. Society has succeeded in beating me down and erasing my soul. I am blank. I am an automaton. A cog in the wheel. I live for the sole purpose of moving money from one hand to the other.
Ah, comfort food. Doesn’t mean I’m not still having a panic attack.Just means I’m not hungry during my panic attack.
Agony is needing to win the lottery and not being able to afford the ticket.
Today I vow to be a better person than I was yesterday.
I don’t understand.
The problem with porn is that you can see too much.
(n.b. I’m quite pleased at the numerous insertions of double entendres in this post.)
When you get to the end of your days, you should be able to look back and say, "That was a fun ride!"
Developing a relationship takes a lifetime;
Destroying one takes mere moments.
Think before you speak.
So I’m feeling a little down. Well, a lot down. Something uplifting for me is reading. So, I’m reading the Dresden Files. Jim Butcher’s first book in the series is Storm Front. I open to chapter 18 and read:
Have you ever felt despair? Absolute hopelessness? Have you ever stood in the darkness and known, deep in your heart, in your spirit, that it was never, ever going to get better?…
[Source, Storm Front (Dresden Files), Chapter 18]
Seems rather pointless
Trying to get rich by playing the lottery is like trying to commit suicide by flying on commercial airlines.