leftovers

I have two arms
I have two legs
I only need my glasses to see far away
I have my health, and I'm basically sane.
Yeah, there has been some shit too,
but there are plenty of people who are way worse off than I am.
I'll give thanks for the luxurious nature of my current worries:
- can I cut that 245 pages down by the end of this week?
- when will he write back?
- should I get a cat again?
- aren't there more important things I should be doing right now?
- how lame am I, sitting on my ass waiting for bliss to come knocking?
(I was going to say nirvana, but then you might think I was referring to the secret dream I have that it’s me kurt is waiting for up there in heaven...or wherever...)