Wednesday, April 26, 2006

What a crappy week

You know what I’d like to do? Go home, change out of my work clothes, lie down on the couch under a comfortable blanket—my parents got us a really nice one for Christmas—and watch mindless TV. Maybe James Bond movies; I’ve been in a James Bond kind of mood, since I got the Bond soundtracks CD.

In other words, what I’d like to do is just give up. Quit my job, and just live off of my wife’s salary for a while. Then, when I get too bored for that, I could write. And, if things really went well, maybe even sell some of my writing, and get money for it.

Adding to my problem is that half of the blogs I read on a regular basis are written by people who are much younger than me, and are just getting ready to finish their year at college/university, and start their summer break. So they’ll be kicking back in a couple of weeks, watching TV—and probably thinking that they’ve “earned” the break—whereas I’ll still be dealing with the same crap I’m dealing with today.

“Life! Don’t talk to me about life.”—Marvin