The News

Reading the news these days has become extremely depressing. I don’t know about you but I don’t see any good news coming out of anywhere in this world. You wake up, read the news, and you see a couple of bombings here, and a few deaths there. Well, you brush your teeth and go about your morning routine.
A bombing here, a couple of kidnappings there. Africa. This is definitely bad news.
Oh, they signed a treaty. Now the news look a little bit better.
You take a shower.
Tsunami hits.
You put on some clothes.
You swear a suit and a tie. You look sharp.
Just in time for an earthquake. Dress code: formal.
I’ll make some breakfast. Scrambled eggs.
Maybe a couple of killings here and there and add some minor explosions. Some shit blows up in Afghanistan. What do you expect?
You drive to work or take the bus. Someone is reading the paper: looks like they found somebody. They don’t remember what he did but he’s been located anyways.
At work things seem a little bit peaceful. Please keep it up. By the end of the day more bad things happen and it’s all because of you.
It seems like the more you’re awake, the more shit happens in the world. Maybe I’ll go take a nap to avoid wreaking more havoc.
I wake up.
Now you’re in trouble: a war started while you were sleeping. It appears the guys who signed the treaty were not so serious about it after all.
Maybe I shouldn’t have gone to bed.