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
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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.