Frankly, my head hurts. I
Frankly, my head hurts.
I had to write a very large check to the Fed today... so that some jerks in Washington can split it up and spend it on stuff of Vital National Interest. Conveniently, most of them will do their damnedest to remind their voters of the Great Work they're doing with my money and most of them will be re-elected (so it's a win-win).
But truth be told, I'm tired. I'm tired of thinking about how much the government gets of my money. I'm tired of thinking about how everything in the world would be much better if everyone just took care of their own damn backyard and took this creed to heart:
"I swear -- by my life and by my love of it -- that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine."
At least we can mostly get behind the idea of taking care of our own backyards.
Speaking of backyards, I want one someday. I want a house, the suburban dream. Kids going to a private school. I want to have a regular job -- not at a desk, though -- and a beautiful wife and a backyard to mow. Simple things. I want them.
I want my head to stop hurting from thinking about so much of the world's problems, problems which are almost entirely beyond my sphere of influence. I've turned off the news. I'm not reading it anymore online. I'm just going to pay the bills and finish work on longstanding projects (and one just popped up again...). I'm going to check the status of my application for readmission to UT, and I'm going to plan out my summer. Which is further in the future than I've practically planned in some time.
I'm going to take some classes before heading to Europe for two weeks. I'm going to get a tan and complete the Body-for-Life Challenge, which I started at the beginning of this week. My muscles are really hurting, still, two days later. And I walked about five miles today, not so much for the BFL thing, but because my car is in the shop. I'll have it back tomorrow morning.
I'll probably be trading my car for mom's. She's got a Tahoe. I'd really like to get a bigger car. I'm a big guy, I need the space. Hopefully we can set something up soon.
And just thinking about the future. Man. Things change. You move on. Bob knows what I mean.
I'm off to bed, to wake up early, pick up the car, finish a website, reply to an e-mail, pay some bills, make some new friends maybe.
Posted by Matt at April 16, 2003 1:10 AM
