No sports today.
What else is there? Not much.
I could write about women.
But what don't you already know.
Or more to the point, what don't I know.
A lot, as a matter of fact.
Please, don't enlighten me, I'll have a good fifty years to find that out. Or more.
Hopefully more.
Ever wish for a tragedy? Life would be so much easier. No more work, or thinking, or whatever. People would just let you mope for as long as you wanted. Sure, they'd tell you to snap out of it, but if you keep on mpoing, they'll just give up. Even those persistent people ar ekind of fun. Who doesn't like it when someone dedicated their whole life to make you do something?
Just a thought.