Ahhhh…
So this is writers block. Cool! I guess I am officially a
writer.
Strange that to become a writer I have to get to a point
where I can’t write. That makes as much sense as most things I suppose. The
Kardassians, Donald Trump, how a bank can make 5 billion dollars profit and
have their stock drop because it wasn’t six million. How real assholes can be
madly successful and saint like people suffer through life. Why we first world
people complain about not having enough and those with nothing are thankful for
the little they do have.
Life is crazy!
Don’t get me wrong, I intend to stay a pampered first world
citizen, but I think I can retain my membership if I develop a tiny conscious. We
just got back an investment statement today and because of a downturn in our
economy, we lost ten times the average annual income of the Central
African Republic . I don’t consider myself
rich or even well off, just an average Canadian retired guy that made some very
lucky choices in life. I thank God that I don’t live in that African republic.
Well, I guess I should go and get my beauty rest, it
couldn’t hurt.
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