it's kind of like taxes

i am working. i am working lots more than i used to but not more than i am now used to. i do not keep track of my money, but my bank eats it up: ravenous hounds that they are: i should work on some loss prevention plan.

today i decided to vault, handless, onto the trampoline: just to make sure I still could. work makes less limber, after all. and i made it, but not without punching a hole in my work pants. freudly speaking, what made me want to put a hole in my pants?

i think it has everything to do with the fact that .i am. working. i would not have had to test my ability if i were not working, i would have known, deep down, i can vault onto this trampoline without my hands. (or i would have just resorted to vaulting onto my bed without my hands)... (here's a thought: next time, i shall vault without my legs. i will call the paramedics first though, to put my legs back on afterwards)

so i am making all that money in order to buy new work pants which i will consequently damage asap. i have damaged two other garments of clothing related to work, all bought recently for full-time hours. so i look at it this way: it is all a government conspiracy to manage our money. income tax, so to speak. i feign to think what the clothing companies must suffer from all the money i put into their business.