SET IT AND FORGET IT

I don't have time to do shit anymore. I have to make impossible decisions. Do I finally go cut my toenails or do I go get rid of this pesky hard-on real quick? It's utter chaos, this modern family life. I feel like I'm trying to fish while getting attacked by bees. But then, you know, the absolute worst thing you can do is start worrying about your fleeting time, about your pitiful chances for even being allowed to merely attempt what's needed to be done. Worrying about time is like a teenage boy worrying about performing sexually for the first time. And me, you know, with what I want to do, with what I NEED to do, it's like having your first time be with some voluptuous goddess who's standing in the doorway in her lingerie, smoking a cigarette, smirking. But then, of course, you still need to be aware of it, it's gotta be there in the back of your mind. Haha! Holy shit! I don't know why, but just now that Ronco informercial just popped into my mind. That rotisserie thing, you know, "set it and forget it". Hey, do you think people who bought that thing really use it?