Why is it that I’m no longer satisfied with the coffee I make at home?
Why is it that I can be surrounded by people and still feel lonely?
How could it be that even when I’m industrious and get a lot done, in the end I still feel I haven’t accomplished anything?
Why is it that I always feel like the “other shoe” is about to drop?
Why do I ask a bunch of questions that I already know the answer to?
Well, except for the one about the coffee. I buy good coffee. Maybe I need a new coffee maker?