I’m positive that one of the surest measures of life (dis)satisfaction has to be the amount of time one spends thinking about winning the lottery. Every day on my way home from work I pass a billboard advertising Powerball. And I have to say that my productivity in that grey cubicle is being severely impacted by plans for how best to dispose of 100 million dollars. (For the record- an airship would be a nice start)

The most pathetic part, if there even is one, is that I don’t even play! I’m way worse than the people who have one chance in a billion of being rich. I’m dreaming about money it isn’t even possible to win!

I can’t help but wondering if this would be so front and center on my mind if I had a few more hobbies!