I have a tendency to mordant thoughts: you know, the cruelty of school children, the inevitability of loss and the utter futility of pretending your existence matters, in the big picture . Yes, really. You should see me at a party. (Also, what to do about that gross stuff that accumulates on the inside of the dishwasher. It makes me gag. Plus, how are you supposed to reach it??)
Good morning. Yeah, right!
And right now, I’m feeling extremely sorry for myself. Poor, poor me.
Anyway, because, as I may have mentioned, I’ve buggered my elbow, I won’t go on and on here. I’m supposed to limit my usage of said elbow. But in case any of you’ve missed her episode on depression, Allie Brosh of Hyperbole and a Half captured my mental malaise perfectly. (Sistah from anothah mistah? Hm.)
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