Complications

I sat here on my bed - I'm stealing a neighbor's wireless Internet somehow - wondering what to write about... yeah, it's late and I know I should go to bed, but I didn't want to. So I wondered... "what to write, what to write..." Then it hit me... It's what I've been complaining about for a while: WHY CAN'T THINGS BE EASY?

Now, I'm not Job. Not by a long shot. But sometimes I feel like I am. Sometimes I feel as if the devil had told God, "Watch, I bet you if we make things really complicated for Mike, he'll stop believing in you" or something like that. Or maybe it's not even the devil. Maybe it's, I dunno, the terrorists' fault that things are so complicated (it's their fault I have to take my shoes off at the airport).

I mean, I've just been thinking about this day after day and I know I'm not the only one who suffers through this. By this I mean complications, or worries, or anxieties, or barriers, or drama in the LBC. I know that people face a lot more than I do. But for once, just for one day, I would like it to be complication-free. For those Harry Potter fans, I want one day where I feel like I've taken Felix Felicis (that's a good-luck potion for the rest of you). I want to be able to sleep 8 hours. I want to be able to wake up in the morning, have a pain-free, yet exhilirating workout. I want work to call me and say, "Mike, you know, we've had a bomb threat and the campus is closed. Stay home today." I want to be able to eat whatever I want and not get ill. I want to be able to be with whomever I want and be able to relax and not think about what will happen with us tomorrow, or next week, or five years from now.

That's all I want. Is that too much to ask?