i suppose lady luck has lead me here.

it is hard to challenge my own biases. i judge others for their judgement of shit, and then i sit here and roll my eyes while i am talking to her or him. i am so good during the day, open-minded and user-friendly. but then i get home and sequestered in the comfortable cloudy life i lead and think–what the fuck are these people thinking? who cares? pour another round!

and then i worry about the growing gut. well, so it goes and whatever but i must pay or at least play with the piper for a spell (in the spirit of penance).