No News is Good News

Today...

The air outside my office smelled mysteriously like toast. This was an alarming yet welcomed change from the usual lemon-grass aroma of the nasty trees.

I remembered a sweatshirt I had as a teenager that said, "Don't know. Don't care." That pretty much sums me up. I'm amazed at how well my 16 year old self was in touch with my true essence.

I spent a small fortune on lottery tickets. I justify this weekly expenditure by convincing myself that I'm helping the public school system immensely. Yes, I've convinced myself that gambling = less stupid people = charity. Who's stupid now? Anyway, if I win, I won't care because I'll build my stupid self a big stupid wall around a big stupid house to keep all the other big stupid people out and then be stupidly happy.