In the cafeteria of life my tray always seems too full.
Seems I am having a hard time setting aside the time for myself for excerising, always occupied with the family things and at the end of the day I am always saying to myself tomorrow I will make time for me.
In the cafeteria of life, I choose one of everything--my soup is cynism, my entree is sarcasm, my dessert is humour and my beverage is always half-full.
In the cafeteria of life, I pay for my selections.
(LOL - I can tell the Prozac is finally kicking in - it's not a great answer, but yesterday all I could come up with was...In the cafeteria of life, I am the used gum stuck under the table)