Nothing to complain about

Even though I have a habit of bitching and moaning about everything, I have to admit there is nothing to complain about at this moment. There are posts in the drafts folder which aren’t appropriate to publish because they aren’t - currently - relevant in my life.

Although I work long hours, I like what I do. My co-workers are entertaining and my boss is a great person to be around (not to mention cool/hot as ice).

The social life is filled with a series of events that contain fully-stocked (open) bars and a group of people who keep things interesting.

I haven’t worked out in two months, but my body has still remained intact and nothing has fallen off (or grown too flabby in the process).

And, there’s also one other reason why things are pretty good, but I won’t go into it at this moment.

So, are things perfect? No. I’m having a hard time to think of reasons to bitch and moan about. Well, maybe I could complain about those 10 posts that lie in my drafts folder that I can't post. That's a clock I can't turn back.