Whining.
I'm sick and tired of whining.
Life may not be easy; but it's damned good from this vantage point.
So I returned to cigars after quitting cigarettes. Big deal.
So I now choose vodka ('n something) rather than Scotch.
Fuck the price of gas; I still have to get to work.
Fuck the moral cost of playing the market; I'm still making money.
It does disturb me, however, that there are people being thrown out of their
homes because they chose (unwisely) a flexible-rate mortgage.
I have to spend some time in the hospital to fix my heart.
God, does that suck.
My financial advisor told me to look at successful business models from
1930-1931 and "hang in there."
We have another year of this crap to look at. Thanks, Bill Clinton and
George.
I sure hope the hospital fixes my heart; 'cause I don't know anywhere else I
can go right now to get my heart fixed.
UPDATE: May 6, 2010: Everything, I mean everything, has changed. I've been seriously impacted by the economy and there's just a tiny bit of light at the end of the tunnel right now.
My heart got fixed, a recent check-up says that to this day everything's doing really well (for a paunchy 50-year old).