There comes a point in every man’s life when he’s got to drag his lazy tired ass out of bed in the morning and go to work on a goal other than hitting all six balls on the multi-state lottery.
Sadly, that point comes on a regular basis on a daily interval.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
It could be worse and I should be glad to have something like that to complain about.
Even still, the frustrations involved with such a cross to bare tends to present false evidence that things are considerably worse than they actually are.