Who am I?

Why am I so lazy? How does a person get motivated? Once a mammal gets motivated the sky is the limit.

Am I destined to become a non-accomplished lazy ass?

Just the thought of such an outcome terrifies me, since the horrible outcome of such a thought makes me realize that I’m not destined for greatness.

Maybe I won’t be a Voltaire, although I must confess, I didn’t give up hope as of yet.

Some say that a person’s dark mood brings out the best in him, well I’ve had some dark moments and wasn’t able to squeeze one tidbit of anything remotely good.

If you’ve been an unfortunate web surfer and read my venting, well than …….

My favored Voltaire story:

Voltaire said on his deathbed (some attribute this to Machiavelli), after thrice refusing the entreaties of a priest to repent his sins and renounce Satan, ``At a time like this, Father, one tries not to make new enemies.'