who needs bookmarks?

is it just the books i'm reading or is it me? at last count i'm reading five books. i pick them up in almost no logical order. how sad is that? instead of a girl in every port i have a book in every room. at least i'm better off than people who need a fix of mind-numbingly-predictable-back-to-back episodes of friends.

wait... i'm one of those people.

well, at least i'm not abnormal. no, wait. read previous line.

so the stock market's picking up. my net worth went up by about 34 cents today. after taxes that should leave me just about enough for ... nothing.

i saw caddyshack today. it cracked me up. bill murray is a god. they could have made the gopher a little more realistic but i like the moves the little fella had. groovy (pronounced gruveee with an accent on the last e).
i need to book tickets for india sometime in the near future. i'm resolved to be more proactive about things. i'll spend some time thinking about that this week.

i also need a vacation. i've been heading into work this week waiting to leave. even the 34 cents didn't do much to increase my morale. i think my expectations have gone up. damn.

which leads me to another interesting thought. what's the difference between being really, truly happy and strapping yourself to some electrodes that convince you that you're happy (using three aaa batteries, two green wires and a diode - write me for detailed diagrams). sci-fi has dealt with this ad-nauseum.

here's another take on this - the social engineering variety. if i keep convincing myself that i'm worth nothing, i don't deserve much and that i don't need to have friends i can (eventually) be happy with much lesser. lowered expectations and achievements but much happier. truly.
so, as a start i'm lowering my expectations from quadrillionaire to billionaire.

so you gazzilionaires and gmail users - i don't envy you. i found my spigot.