I'm having a do-nothing day.   I always felt that I was so worthless that the best I could do was stay out of the way.  Don't cause trouble.  Keep my mouth shut.  Go to work.  Pay the bills.  Hang around and wait for the wife to tell me what to do.  It has not been my life. My life has been somebody else's.   I mean I don
I think days like this are when alcoholics relapse.  It's so easy to pass the time drinking.  And the mundane doesn't bore so much.