I’m being sarcastic, if you didn’t know.

I can’t even say why life is great, other than life is even better when someone is trying to stick it to you rather than do what they’re supposed to be doing.

Anyway, it’s been a joy of a day. At least I get to go to the gym after work and find out that I’m in physical decline and, as my friend Greg says, I’m just waiting to die. Then I go home, eat a bland salad, and wait for the time I can crawl into bed for my six hours of nightmares, punctuated by trips to the bathroom because I’m not smart enough to quit drinking water early enough in the day.

Honestly, it’s not all that bad. Work is bad right now. The gym points out more ways I can fail. But at least it’s warm and dry at home and I can play with my computer and sleep in some sort of peace. Or I could sleep if I didn’t drink so much water late in the day.

I’d say I had a cheeseburger to look forward to, but I’ve given up on going out to get cheeseburgers. No need to work that hard for something that I’m going to have to do by myself.

Oh, and I forgot, I have to pay some bills. Maybe that will help me feel more alive.