I wish I was a dog

On my way to work this morning I felt...Anxious and frustrated and overwhelmed and stressed (all before the clock had struck 8am). I think it was due to a lack of sleep coupled with these stupidly (is that a word?) high expectations I've put on myself. Basically, I'm tired of trying to be...Everything. Anyways, I rolled up to a red light and looked to my left and there he was. A white, muttish dog. He was grinning from ear to ear, taking in the wind, and the smells, and the sights of his car ride. There was nothing broken or sad or confusing about his day or his existence. He woke up and thought..."today, i'll just be a dog." Not the best dog, or the smartest dog, or the prettiest dog, or the funniest dog...Just ME, the dog. Well, probably he didn't think any of that...but You get the point....a minor identity crisis solved, by a mutt. I'm tired and I still have a good 3 hours of studying to do for tomorrow...and here I sit procrastinating. and p.s. Diet RockStars don't work as well as everyone claims. The Rockstar in me is tired. VIVA