Lying here in the bed this morning and I am thinking, “I don’t get out of my bed because it is uncomfortable, cold or anything like that. I get out of it because I know that some time during the day I am going to have to separate from it. It is too heavy to carry around on my back with me all day long..”
On terribly depressing days, I get up and get dressed and I do my bang the head on the upper bunk until I pass out thing, but today feels alright ….. sorta.
So, somewhat tepidly, I will continue.
Click, another minute of time, hits the dust. I am lying there, watching the minutes tick off the red clock on top of the drawers and I am thinking about doing something about the front lawn. I still like the idea of painting the lawn green.
My wife says that I am insane and have lost it, but it appeals to me. Regardless of preference, I am not giving up that idea, it has promise. I don’t care what the South Side Business Association says, it is a good idea. And now, with the fuel price thing, it just makes good sense.
The coffee is good this morning, the television in the corner barks out at me. THE MONEY YOU SAVE ON FUEL WILL MAKE YOUR CAR PAYMENT! Uh huh, I am sure. No one is going to knock off $10,000 off the price of a new car, I am not stooooopid. I cannot understand how deodorant can advertise “Invisible Solid Protection”
Just checked my gasoline consumption for the month, add three, carry over the six, times two … Eeeeeouch, that sure do hurt, don’t it. Wonder what “five bucks a gallon” is going to feel like? I am just feeling ripped off. This not good.
Again the “tree house in Belize or Honduras” idea surfaces, can a man truly live on Bananas alone? Where is that National Geographic. I am not being or thinking positive now, licking two fingers and inserting them into the electric socket, often helps to bring things into proper perspective.
I know everything is okay, Dick Cheney said so. He has to be right, I mean he is in the government and on top of that, “a guy that shoots another lawyer, cannot be all that bad in my book.” Trust & Obey, Trust & Obey ,,, be a good lil’ Democrat.
What goes up will eventually come down I tell myself, licking my fingers one more time …
In the meantime, Dub-ya is over in Europe trying to convince the Soviets that the “missiles are not pointed at them.” It seems he finally did find some weapons of mass destruction, right there in Europe where we put them.
If I were your average Soviet, I might want to watch this drama intensely as it unfolds. I am sure that they believe that these cylindrical behemoths are not pointed their way? There isn’t enough Russian Vodka in the world to ease that kind of anxiety.
The United States right now is simultaneously the world’s most loved, hated, feared, and admired nation on earth. In short … We are the late Frank Sinatra. Lucky for us, God protects fools, drunks and the United States of America.
(By the way … The mailbox is currently full, don’t send me any fan mail.)
You are the sum total of all your choices, up and until now.
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