You behave as though hyperbolic cynicism was a virtue.
Every day for two years I have awakened in the morning praying that it would have happened. At the end of every day I log in here praying that it has happened. Its like every morning for two years has been Christmas morning looking for that pony but all I ever get is a room full of horse turds. At this point Im settling for horse turds and looking for ways to use all this horse shit.