Oh come on now ... Really???

What a great attitude to be going into the Easter weekend with!

I am so sick of people who can't handle something so basic that even canned cling peaches would grasp the concept!  I am so tired of people who are so inept that the things that seem to me as the most basic things in the world are completely lost on them!

Sigh ... I hate being so stressed out.  It hurts me and pisses me off even more.  I am so stressed it becomes a perpetual motion type issue.  It feeds itself and the flames go higher and higher.

Who am I to lambaste anyone?  Who am I to accuse anyone?  I read once that it was better to just let it go .. it doesn't matter .. not really in the long run.

I hate my life some days so much ... I would love to walk out of my job sometimes and just disappear.  I could do it ... I am capable of disappearing.  It wouldn't be fun, but I could do it.  I have done it before.

Maybe it's time again.  Time to move on ...

There's a voice that keeps on calling me Down the road, that's where I'll always be.
Every stop I make, I make a new friend, Can't stay for long, just turn around and I'm gone again

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down, Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

Down this road that never seems to end, Where new adventure lies just around the bend.
So if you want to drive me for a while, Just grab your hat, come travel light, that's hobo style.

Maybe tomorrow I'll want to settle down, Until tomorrow, the whole world is my home.

So if you want to join me for a while, Just grab your hat, come travel light, that's hobo style

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down, Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

There's a world that's waiting to unfold, A brand new tale no-one has ever told.  We've journeyed far far and know it wont be long; We're almost there, and we've paid our fare with our hobo song.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down, Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

So if you want to join me for a while, Just grab your hat, come travel light, that's hobo style.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll find what I call home, Until tomorrow, you know I'm free

I suspect you'll get it .. at least you should.