For anyone who's heard me complain about anything lately, you were right. I have it really good. Really. My life is so easy that I am constantly trying to think of ways to make it harder. I think I'm gonna try to stick with it for now.

Note: This was not brought on by seeing that cars were having to swerve to avoid me while I was operating a leaf blower and listening to the ipod, and realizing what might have happened if they couldn't swerve fast enough. It would have been a cool way to die, especially if it somehow got publicly reported that I had been listening to "Crazy Train" when the accident happened, but I'm glad it didn't happen today. I'd already decided to be fat and happy and thankful a long time before that realization.