There are signs that your life has reached a certain level. You haven’t visited the dentist in 11 years, though you have a hole in your tooth so big you can rest a buffalo’s tongue in it. You still have the same pair of underpants that you spent your honeymoon night in. And you have more leads, chargers and adaptors than a Radio Shack superstore yet none of them fit the thing you want to charge.
This is probably what life coaches would call “poor personal management.” I prefer to call it “just being total crap.”
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