Why not ...

Apparently my plan to win a lottery isn't quite working out. I can't understand why not. I'm doing all the things you're supposed to do. I buy my tickets religiously, I pray to a variety of deities (just to hedge the bet). I dream weekly of how my new found wealth will be dispensed, houses in exotic places, large environmentally unfriendly vehicles, trips abroad with assorted companions selected for their depth of character or more accurately - lack of it, ridiculously expensive clothes and of course a large donation to a deserving charity / friend / family. Okay maybe the last bit is negotiable. Regardless, nothing seems to be working. Rabbit foot ... not. Wearing the same socks every lottery day ... not. Game beard ... not. Rubbing bald heads ... not. Wishing on a star ... not. Giving up smoking ... not. Just what the hell am I suppose to do?

I deserve it ... sort of. I mean, I think lots of good thoughts ... mostly. I do good deeds ... kind of, well I mean to do good deeds more often ... but I'm really busy, like right now ... I'm typing.

I mean come on someone’s got to win ... can't that someone be me? What great plan for the universe would be capsized by my win? I mean seriously. What’s the Frigg ‘in problem?  

… well?

I know what you're going to say ... that I'm healthy and have lived my entire life without any serious illness or injury. That I've always worked at something I've enjoyed. That I have two beautiful children, loving siblings, family and friends. That I live in one of the safest countries in the world, that I have never been abused or suffered at the hands of haters. That I have more of everything than most people on the planet ... so what ... doh!

Nevermind ...