I find myself wondering - as I sit here on another Sunday evening - how it is I'll manage to get up tomorrow morning at the ass crack of dawn (5am)...drag myself out of bed...and head off to another day in an office.

Don't get me wrong. I'm grateful that I have a job - and a great paying one at that. But at some point I need to ask myself - what do I really want to do when I grow up?
All kinds of interesting answers flood my mind...and none of them have anything to do with what I'm doing now. So what am I going to do about it?
I could sit here and bitch until the cows come home...or I could bitch and actually do something about it. I choose the latter.
So when I land that agent that I know is out there somewhere, we'll talk.
But until then, I have grand hopes on winning the Powerball - cause believe me, I've been practicing a lot! - and after all, someone has to win it, so it might as well be me...