Still busy. Maybe the word ‘business’ is partly to blame. It’s blatantly saying “be busy.” Is that really a necessity? Progress is made when people actually have time to reflect on their current situation, then formulate ways to improve things. When we say we’re really busy, all too often we’re saying that we’re working too hard, or too much. Are we accomplishing anything other than paying bills (hopefully)? Are we securing any sort of future other than one in which we continue to participate in the vicious cycle of working somewhere we’re not happy in order to barely make ends meet? Enough of this work and business nonsense. I believe that in order to be truly succesful, you need to enjoy what you’re doing. If you enjoy what you’re doing, it ceases to be work. So, being successful means you run around with a moronic smile on your face all the time, but it’s a genuine smile, because you really are happy and enjoying yourself. That’s bound to piss a lot of people off. I know how I feel when I see someone running around with a moronic smile. I say, “What a moron.” I tend towards thinking that the one thing preventing me from running around smiling all the time is my ability to think. A nice elective lobotomy could be just the thing for that. Alcohol certainly helps, but it wears off. At least with a lobotomy, I could very well wake up in the morning smiling. That would be a first. I’ve never been much of a morning person. I probably wouldn’t do much writing if I had a lobotomy, and I probably wouldn’t be very interested in computer stuff. I wouldn’t be of much use at my job anymore. Nikki would probably miss some of our conversations, but then again, she’s pretty good at holding conversations with the kids, so I should still fit in just fine. It wouldn’t be safe to allow me to drive anymore, so I’d have to be chauffered around. As I prepare to embark on my hour commute home, this concept sounds better by the minute.