...so it's Saturday night, and I'm sick of politics, and I'm sick of world events, and I'm sick of global warming, and I'm sick of children missing, and I'm sick of kidnappings in Columbia and drought and starvation and disease and heartache....and yet I feel some compulsion, or even moreso...some obligation...some requirement by some unsaid code of human decency to continue to read and see and know about it everywhere because there are people who are miserable and no matter how much I wallow in self-pity because of whatever dissatisfying aspect of my mundane existence...I'm so much better off than most of the world by virtue of sheer, blind, luck.
That's the longest sentence ever. I'd apologize, but I'm already unforgivably drunk.
Happy Saturday.
Nexa