I woke up this morning at 4:30. This was not on purpose, and I tried for half an hour to remedy the situation.
Apparently, my brain has been missing the 3 a.m. thoughts, though, the dark ones that remind me of my failures and laugh at my hopes. I guess because I've been going to bed long before three in the morning, recently.
I tried to go back to sleep, but the negative thoughts filled more of my head the longer I stayed in bed, so at five, I finally threw in the towel and got up.
I wiped the bleary out of my eyes, still feeling sorry for myself, and got on the internet. I didn't really have a specific site I wanted to see, so I just clicked the StumbleUpon toolbar to take me to wherever. Honestly, I was hoping for a sadly beautiful picture, or a haunting song. Something so that I could indulge my morose feelings.
True to making my life a cosmic punchline, the world gave me a picture from This Is Photobomb.
So, yeah, no feeling sorry for myself, I guess.
The truth is, my life isn't so bad. There's better out there, sure, but I don't really have the right to complain. I have a loving family, I have a great wife, and I have friends who would help me hide dead bodies, or maybe even give me a hug if I ever needed one.
My point is, life's pretty good. Sometimes, you just need to see a random old man ass to be reminded of that.