I don’t know what is wrong with me. I went to bed early and I slept well yet this morning I feel completely and utterly exhausted. My day at work, despite getting off early, didn’t go well. Every call I made went badly. It was an off day. Fingers crossed today will go better. Tomorrow I have a day chock full of appointments. That is good. That is very good. And Friday I am taking a half day. I will work until noon and then get ready to leave for beautiful downtown Pottsville. As much as I love you Audgie and am happy for you, I can’t wait for this wedding to be over.

I think I know why people play the lottery. Just recently I’ve started imagining what it would be like to suddenly find myself with more cash than I know what to do with. I have visions of being Luciana Paluzzi in Muscle Beach Party. Except, the main difference is, instead of having Buddy Hackett as my yacht captain, business manager, and confidant, I would have FABIO! I’ve always wanted to see Fabio wear a little yacht cap. The way I play the lottery is very similar to this joke:

A blonde was in desperate need of some money, so she prayed that night, “God, please, help me win the lottery so I can get out of this debt.” The next day, the blonde was disappointed she did not win, so again she prayed, “God, please help me win the lottery so I can get out of this debt.” But, yet again she did not win. Frustrated, she prayed, “My God, why have you forsaken me? I don’t often ask you for help and I have always been a good servant to you. Please just let me win the lotto this one time so I can get my life back in order.”

Suddenly there was a blinding flash of light as the heavens opened, and the blonde was confronted by the voice of God Himself. “Honey, meet Me halfway on this. Buy a ticket.”