HI LOW

I actually took a week off work, for "vacation," last week. One can just imagine how that worked out, with me being who I am.  I felt as if I needed to make the most of it, and relax at the same time.  If you've ever taken a vacation, you know how pretty much unrealistic this is.  Either you're planning and trying to stick to a plan, or you're laying about accomplishing exactly zero.  In one case or the other, there is always a certain amount of regret that comes with vacationing, no?  Straight up, the best vacation I ever took in my life, I took all by myself and went to visit some old friends.  I was revived, renewed and reborn after that particular vacation.  Still, there were regrets about not enough time to visit will everyone I wanted to visit.  A valid vacation is no less than three weeks to a month.

I talk all the time about winning the lottery.  It's the truth.  I am a nomad.  A gypsy.  I need to win that money, so I can travel.  I wear a place out, I really do.  I bore very easily.  If you've kept my interest for longer than say, 3 years, in a place or relationship, you're doing very well by me.  Perhaps it's the ADD thing - that I didn't even know I had, until I had a son who does.  I think there is a certain amount of ADD in all of us.  Some of us are productive with it.  I tend to wait for things to happen to me, only because all my ideas usually go to shit.  Don't think that will stop me bitching when there isn't some seriously dramatic improvement to my day, though.  I get it naturally.  No effort required with the bitching, there.

I need entertainment, like I need air, water, a bath at the end of the day.  I need pampering, I really do.  I will be grateful, too.  My grateful is a reward in itself.  Ask anybody who's been on the other end of my gratitude.  Then ask anyone who's been on the end of my wrath.  Heh....well.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lA7mae8L07w&feature=related  Tommy Tiernan understands.