Life is not...

...a box of chocolate

Rather than picking the sweatest ones you will often find yourself stumbling blindfolded along a path that's not marked, never knowing if you will trip or fall into a deep hole...





PS: In last nights dream I still dreamt of work as every night in the past week, but this time it was slightly different... We were all dressed like Star Wars characters and in our weekly meeting a flying robot messenger came in from the Emperor of Rome, demanding his protection money (being a part of the Mafia). I destroyed the messenger by banging it forcefully against the table with the others ignoring me, carrying on with the meeting and then we declared war. You and me against the world.