Oh, Stress! Why do you hate me so?

I am stressed. I don't want to be, but I am. I feel like so much is riding on how well I perform, that I just let all the muscles in my back cramp up, meet in between my shoulder blades, and then start aching. Maybe I should just give it all up. All the stress. I miss swimming in the ocean.

I wish something would motivate me to greatness, no matter how insignificant the greatness might be to everyone else. I'm just tired of stressful mediocrity.

Also, I have decided to give up French Fries for LEnt. Mostly because I don't celebrate Lent anyway. So, giving this up will be a good thing for my heart. I want my baby to grow up knowing Dad. And Dad wants to know the baby.

I'm so bored here in Clarksville. I'm very close to Caesars Riverboat Casino, and would go if not for the present company. I want poker to take my stress away. Unfortunately, I want the aforementioned baby to have some moo-lah.

Is it sinful to be even a little materialistic? Is it materialistic to think that success generally has to do with having money? I don't want loads and loads and sacks and loads of cash, just enough to be comfortable and be able to support ministries, missions, and the occasionaly business venture.

So, I learned the bass lick to "Money" by Pink Floyd.

In conclusion:
+ Stress, very bad
+ Money, very good
+ Clarksville, very boring
+ Baby, money. So money, and I don't even know it.