It has been an unusual week to say the least. I have cried more in the last week than I have since March, 1980. Some happy tears to be sure; but mostly frustration and confusion. Things will work out or they won't and, for the most part, I really REALLY hope they do. But I have the feeling that some of the things are a lost cause. Which makes me almost unendurably sad. Disconsolate. Bereft. Part of me wants to just wallow in self-pity and part of me wants to stand on a rock in the moonlight and scream at the top of my lungs, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" But I won't.
Thank heaven for random funny stuff like this...
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