maybe the next time

i despise that helpless feeling that comes with being human ... this feeling that nothing i do will make anything 'right' .... my dog doesn't seem to get this feeling... i'm getting a bit disgusted with this human condition that requires paperwork ... lots of paperwork to show that such and such was bought and owned before the fire, that $$ were spent on travel, lodging, fuel .... to prove that living happened ...

oh, well... maybe in the next life i get to be a dog, a big dog owned by a retired southern woman with a penchant for djarums, budlight, bourbon, and foul language.