You know what I could use? A thrill.

The P-38 WWII Nazi handgun looks comical lying on the breakfast table next to a bowl of oatmeal.

Generally speaking, I try not to generalize.

Today I feel like I did tomorrow.

After a few more minutes of daydreaming about how fabulous I could become, I look down at the heading on my paper: Janey's Reinvention Plan. It appears lonely at the top of the page. I should probably add some bullets beneath, but I've never been much of a list maker.

Wealth and intelligence should not be categorized as relatives.