Will I ever quit being tired?
Will I ever catch up so that what comes in exceeds what goes out?
Will I ever get rid of the damn fleas without ripping out every square yard of carpet in the house?
Will the cold warm up to a more bearable cold, so that I can walk the dog without freezing my eyeballs off?
Will the need to work overtime ever go away?
Will I ever finish painting the doors in my bedroom?
Will things with the Land Baron ever get off to a start that will allow us to find out if it is meant to be something?
Will things ever get to the point of being comfortable without having to worry?
That's what I want to know...