I have been stressing out so much lately that my already abnormal sleep patterns have become a jumbled mess of sleeping weird hours. For instance, I didn’t get to sleep until 8am this morning and by noon my phone was ringing so I had to get up. Then I was working on a post for HubPages and fell asleep on the couch until about 2pm.

When I woke up from that little nap, I found the following little gem in my email inbox:

STupid (STupid@you.com) wrote:
Guess what? Your site sucks, as much as you do. Get a life, a new hobby and
find something valuable to do with yourself bastard

Website: Your site sucks
IP: 24.184.146.158

Normally an email like this would make me laugh at the bad grammar and the fact that the author couldn’t bother to back up their opinion with a real email address and name so I could respond. Normally, I would just delete and move on.

Today though, this email just gave voice to a nagging thought process that maybe I should just give up and go get a hamster in a tube job that I hate and accept the life of quiet desperation that is waiting.

It’s only another 30 years before I could retire and spend a year or so twiddling my thumbs on the porch before a massive heart attack lays me out and puts an end to it.

Thanks, STupid. You’ve given me something new to think about.