I sit back and ask myself, “How the hell is she doing it?” and suddenly the lazy hamster finally begins to turn that wheel and I begin to over-think and over-complicate things.

Some people just have it, and other people don’t.

Well, I have it sometimes.

Or is having it just a part of my wild imagination and drunken hallucinations?

I want it all the time, like that.

But I settle for sometimes.

The Turtle wins the race though, right?

I refuse to be beaten by self-induced jealousy.