For the Phone Dog

I have bad dreams

I keep having this dream where it is my 40th birthday, and all my friends and family forget that it's my birthday, and nobody writes me, and nobody calls me, and nobody comes over to visit.

So I write this long post on Facebook about how I hate my life and the world and I decide to kill myself.  I buy a bunch of pills and start drinking and arrive home to a shock.  A surprise party.  As soon as I stumble through the door I throw up and pass out.

I wake up to a stomach ache and a severe headache.  I see a number of family members and friends through a halo of dim eyesight.  I have only one remark for them:

"So this is what Hell is like."

Aphorisms and Anotations

Knowledge is useless.  The ability to see all sides is what paralyzes god.