  All righty,  then.  Is anyone else as sick of this whole working- for- a- living thing as I am?
nbsp;  Dragging oneself out of bed,  getting proper child care,  commuting,  making money for someone else,  doing something that means diddly-
squat in the whole scheme of things -  doesn't this all suck eggs?  Now,  I'm not really the kind of person who just puts in his hours each day ( nine,  in my case)
 and goes home. nbsp;  I do try to do my job to the best of my ability and to make myself upwardly mobile. nbsp;  However,  more and more,
 the thoughts creep into the front of my head ( they're always hanging out in the back of my head,  drinking tea and eating Drakes' coffee cakes)  " Hey! nbsp;
 What the hell are we doing? nbsp;  What impact are we making on the world? nbsp;  Why can't we be home taking care of the kids instead of selling advsrtising positions in sales flyers to power tool companies? nbsp;
 And more along those lines. nbsp;  I don't actually know who " we"  are -  my wife's the one who has&
nbsp; multiple personalities,  not me. nbsp;  At least I don't think I have them. nbsp;
 I'll get back to you on that one.  So what's a person who thinks such thoughts to do? nbsp;  Unfortunately,  we happen to live in a society where one requires money to do more than subsist,  and such money generally doesn't fall from the sky or multiply like rabbits inside bank accounts.
nbsp;  No,  those of us without a healthy trust fund must slog through fifty years or so in the work- a- day world of working each day ( huh?
nbsp;  Of course,  I fully intend to become financially comfortable and moderately well- known through the commercial sale of my literary endeavors. nbsp;  Now all I have to do is get someone to pay me about $
100K a year for writing blogs. nbsp;  Any takers?  ETH NED Today's TV quotes -  deep existential questions:  "
Lemon curry?  " With a melon?  " This is a cheese shop,  isn't it?
