Remember Cosby's routine about "worse"?

My attitude towards life at this point: things could be worse. Sure, I have too much credit card debt for home ownership to become viable. And the argument could be made that I've wasted roughly a third of my life chasing after the wrong woman. Then there's my sister following the path of my oldest brother and my mom in terms of being diagnosed with a heart condition. I also need to lose weight. Additionally, as I sit here typing this, somebody is blaring wretched pop music, and even though there are currently three drop dead gorgeous women tanning themselves less then 15 feet from where I sit, none of them have plans to have sex with me. I still have over a month of summer vacation, but I lack the money to really go anywhere or do anything. Oh, I didn't get nearly enough sleep last night, and the last several nights I've had dreams that might not qualify as nightmares, but they were disturbing enough to leave me unsettled.

But things could be worse.