Down the Rabbit Hole

Punching Holes In Saturn

My morning review of the news wires via the internet reveal a cache of the insipid headlines...from "something mysterious punching holes in Saturn's rings" to "the 10 most beautiful women" and yet another senseless story about Kim and Kayne. Really? How can I assume any of this fodder affects me personally. Maybe I am just giving in to my increasing foul mood, but most of it seems like a colossal waste of space. I'm far too concerned about getting through to next month financially and mentally to care about cosmic mysterious or the love and lifestyles of the rich and famous. I've actually resorted to listening to public radio which, apart from the hours of tedious droning on, at least provides the occasional story with some cultural or social relevance far enough out of the mainstream to be entertaining. There is just so much noise in my life right now, an ever deafening soundtrack to accompany my growing disillusionment and frustration levels. At some point, I really fear that I might suddenly scream, "Fuck it" at the top of my lungs and just uproot the family for a destination unknown, the only requirement being that it be a locale as far away from this one as humanly possible...and palm trees, there would have to be palm trees.