Not Worthy of Playing the Lottery

I keep a schedule for a reason. Everyone knows that I grocery shop & clean the house on Thursday. On Wednesday I buy lottery tickets for Wednesdays night drawing.
Yesterday was Tuesday, I was in town & had a few minutes so I stopped & got lottery tickets.
Now since I have had my Blackberry I've been able to check my numbers on Thursday mornings at work, making use of the unused minutes waiting for the dreaded "time to work" buzzer.
This morning my lottery tickets were in my book. So I checked the numbers.....Go figure they were not winners. I crumpled them up & through them away in the break room trash can.
Pulling out of the parking lot after work tonight it HIT me that those lottery tickets were still good, that today was Wednesday not Thursday.
Those numbers have not been drawn & those tickets are still crumpled up in a trash bin somewhere.
I may have thrown away a million dollars!



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Listening to: Augustana - Boston
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The Discarded by Me

The Discarded
The discarded like so many heaps of rubbish.
They sit in categories of uselessness.
Once close to heart now disregarded or downgraded in use.
The piles are many. Too needy, Too demanding, Too annoying.
Not enough energy, Not enough coolness, Not enough realness.
Adding to the piles bring memories of the fun once shared.
The memories bring laughter or regret and the inevitable recount of the piles of refuse.
These are unusable forever, damned. Those could have a few uses still,
A couple may even be redeemed; their sentence to the land fill reprieved.
What mechanism triggers the mind to throw away this toy different only in brand?
Y is loving & sweet where the discarded brand X was clingy & demanding.
Stay the discarded piles!
Remember the reasons the heart grew close before throwing away.




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Listening to: Bon Jovi - Livin' on a Prayer
via FoxyTunes