I’m gonna go visit my dad in the nursing home. Hopefully Alex will come with me. We’ll stop at Burger King for a little something, then head over. I think my mother will be there too. I know I don’t go visit him enough. I do try, and I plan it, but there are a lot of things that I don’t do enough. I don’t excercise enough. Don’t sleep enough. Don’t pay my bills enough. the list goes on and on. I do spend time with my kids and I do work, but I need to do more. Is there enough of me to go around? I don’t think so. I’m feeling not too bad right now on the steroids, and over the next couple of months I’m expecting some decent revenue from work. It just is never enough. I constantly need more. More affrmation, more attention, more friendship, more security, more expression, more money, more love….
It never ends. Like I’m different from every other person in the world, right. We all need more. Who is perfectly content? Anyone. I’ll bet the Pope has plenty of bad days. Maybe that guy on American Idol with the pony tail, mohawk thingy and no talent. He must be pretty happy with himself. Going further than he has an right to, and sticking it in everone’s face. I’m thinking that guy just needs to go to Barhain and hang out with Michael Jackson for a while. Not that I watch that show, but he seems to be all over tv anyway.
Well the birthday is tomorrow. 42. Not that I mind the age but, April Fools Day has never been berry, berry gud to me. I’ll live. The kids promised they wouldn’t do anything to me, but I don’t believe them. They don’t have an ounce of honesty in those little bones. They’ll try something. But it’s usually the same thing every year, so I’ll get them back. We’ll hav fun.
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