The days slip past at an alarming rate. The world is nothing like you want it to be. You never, can get enough done - and what you do get done - is hardly important in the scheme of your own life. Facing the inevitability of your own judgement on how history will remember you is most likely the hardest criticism you will ever get. Strike that. It's probably not the hardest, but it'll be the longest-lasting of criticisms, unless you happen to end up like Spielberg, Opra, or Paul Allan, at the top of whatever crappy heap they're (you're) kings and Queens of. Even then, surrounded by hundreds of people working to try and think of a thing they'd (you'd) want before they (you) want it, even then, they're (you're) sitting around knowing you could far exceed what you've already done. Right now, I'm nowhere close to that.
But I do know the power of a well-timed hilarious statement, and how it can change a whole day. I also know the power of a good deodorant, which was made apparent when I neglected mine today. Don't take that last one too lightly when you live in, or visit a desert town - I'm just sayin'. We also get stuck in simple little traps that we should be smart enough to stay out of.
We ain't gods, but damn, we ain't slouches neither. Heroic, I think would be the word. I hope you can pull it off this weekend, since it seems to be in the cards, and I'm rootin' for you. And what else would the King of All Weekdays get behind.
Happy Friday
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