It's nice to be able to do whatever the hell you want. I have been lounging around the house all day with the kids and playing on the computers. I get envious when I think how nice it must be to do whatever the hell you want whenever you want. Then I imagine what it would be like to have no more dreams? Could this by why the filthy rich get caught up in perversions? If you can go anywhere you want and do anything you want whenever you want, what is left? How does one entertain the brain and stimulate it if all dreams can be a reality? Molest children? Join others and devise a plan to rule the world? Priest Molest children because their abstinence creates a neurosis within them that comes out in perverse ways? Elizabeth the great was smashed by a horse in which a device was made to bring the horse down on her so she could have sex with It. Jimmy Swaggart and the Bakers....the wife was a drug addict while the husband did the fine ass secretary Jessica Hawn. And at the ideal of being rich Jessica posed in Playboy and Penthouse and sold her story for cash. Hmm perhaps I think and ponder too much and the one or two days I have off are too much ~chuckles~?