Post Paradise

I didn't want to leave the magic boat, it's been a week and all I can think about is that it must be great to live on the Carribean islands, every day a postcard, instead I goto work like the rest of the sheeple and sit in a drab cube because that's what society says you should do to be socially acceptable. I guess I'm getting old and cranky but the idea of living in a remote paradise sounds better and better with all the bullshit in the world today.