This has been the ugliest of days. PC is recalcitrant and my mind has been otherwise employed.
And in other news, casual contact has become a weapon I was not ready for. I’m sorry for that, but tomorrow may be better.
Each day is better than the last. Maybe. And I keep asking myself, “What The Fork???”
Someone slap me, please. At this point, I hate myself.
Each day is better than the last.
.
Man, that is profound!
Each day is better than the last, until the last. And then the one after that is glorious!