Hey now, I just had an apostrophe epiphany.

I was sitting here with my laptop pulled up to the sofa, watching The Captain, and thinking that it would be cool to be a writer on a clever funny show like that. I’ll bet, said I to myself, that those guys have a blast writing that.

My next thought was something along the lines of If I was a writer on that show, I probably wouldn’t be sitting on my ass watching TV. And that’s when it hit me:

People who have the kind of life I want make a living creating stuff to entertain people like me, who don’t. And if I had the life I want, I certainly wouldn’t have time for the life I have.

Is there a conundrum in there somewhere? Maybe.

I’ll think about some more after Two and a Half Men.

Tres existential.