Feeling too tired to write anything. Blame it all on this current job. Why do we have to work at all? Why can't we just lie on the beach and wait for manna to fall from heaven to feed us? Why can't we just dream and get rich from it? Why do mean people like Trump get rich while I have to sweat it every single day of my life? -- Oh life really sucks!
|Isn't this kind of life marvelous? Listening to music, book in your laps, as you loll on rocks in the middle of River Nile|