I have been so stressed out lately; it seems like possible nuisance keeps repeating itself in my life. I get really sick of all the crap we have to put up with in this world. I just really want to be able to lie on a beach with white sandy shores. And every couple of days have the mail man deliver parcels from friends around the world. Maybe I should sell everything I own, and purchase a sail boat, and become a world trader. Might not be a bad idea, I am just tired of the daily rigmarole that seems so monotonous. Like a drip, drip, dripping of water on the forehead, but it never seems to escape. We never seem to get away from the constant mortality of life.
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