My house is wreck, I have cleaned in a few months - instead I’m farting around on mechanical turk looking at all the work that I am doing for someone else - Last time I cleaned my house I filled the vacuum cleaner twice with dog hair. I hate cleaning. It might be time to invest in a wife. Actually I’m not at interested in tell you about my life - why should I open up to you for .50 cents? My life is my business, give me buttons to press, or images to tag, or something else that’s mindless. If I wanted to think about me, I’d be doing something else with my time. Do you think you are going to get a real story out of this? Nope not from me… Alright, I’ll tell you a story: Sleeping is hard for me, I wake at the slightest noise, I can’t stop thinking about things - I just can’t relax and go with it - it’s hard when your mind doesn’t stop working. Even reading math books in bed doesn’t get me tired, because nothing is boning to me. Ok, wait my mother talking to me is boring, or maybe annoying - the point is I can’t sleep like a normal person. I go until I collapse and that’s it. Counting sheep doesn’t work, soothing music doesn’t work, reading books about quality improvement just irritate me. I guess I’m just an angry tired man with a dirty house. That’s me. That didn’t make me feel any better at all - Thanks.