I would like to present the first of an occasional series of irrational thoughts of mine late at night after a little too much puff puff.

    Are humans the only species that makes mistakes?  I am looking at my dog.  I have never seen my dog fall down while walking down the street.  I can't make it make up the stairs without tripping over my own feet.  My dog never looks back at his day and says "Man, I really messed up today when I ate all of my food early.  I should have saved some."  I hyper-analyze every aspect of my life and am amazed by the amount of errors made.  I mean Jesus Christ, I bit my finger and my tongue tonight eating the same apple.  My dog catches food out of the air, and I never see him crumble to the ground after stubbing his paw.  How do we rule this world?
    
     I love television about fucked up people.  Trash on TV.  When my mind goes to insane places, and I think about how horrible I am, at least I can watch Maury and say, "Well at least I'm not that person".  Intervention is the best show for this.  But I cant watch it sober.  There is something so asshole-ish about watching a show about hardcore drug addicts while smoking a blunt.  Hey, its not my fault those losers can't handle their shit!