There comes a point in every man’s life when he’s got to drag his lazy tired ass out of bed in the morning and go to work on a goal other than hitting all six balls on the multi-state lottery.

Sadly, that point comes on a regular basis on a daily interval.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

It could be worse and I should be glad to have something like that to complain about.

Even still, the frustrations involved with such a cross to bare tends to present false evidence that things are considerably worse than they actually are.

Meh.