You know you're going to have a bad day when you wake up in the morning, and the first thoughts that run through your head is a torrent of profanity that doesn't make any sense. I blame that on this little green man here that lives inside my head. I don't know if I had a poor sleep period or that the last conversation I had with my mom wasn't very pleasant (no details, please), or maybe that I'm just not happy with the life decisions that I've made for myself.
I know that I need money for rent, transportation, electricity, and other necessities to survive in this world. Does this also mean that I need to give up those things that I also enjoy like video games and Starbucks and self-serve frozen yogurt? Furthermore, what kind of world do we live in where you cannot choose to do the things you enjoy without having oft-negative consequences?
Have you ever seen an amateur comedian at an open mic night whose gimmick is dressing up in a cheap pirate costume and revolving his jokes around a pirate theme? Well, let's just say don't look for one too soon.