Sorry
about last night's Greek-tragedy pity party, for those of you who had
the intestinal fortitude to read it. After a whopping 12 hours of sleep
-- as Ratbert clearly illustrates here -- I'm back to my
burst-into-song-with-no-warning-but-always-with-context-because-I'm-not-a-monster-like-Ratbert
ways.
Plus I'm going to get my tires rotated today! And I'm going to try again to get my phone fixed! But not at 7:01! Because 7:01 is now and forever The Hour of Minute-Long Heartbreak. Never again. Always remember. The struggle is real. And so are my wobbly-feeling tires. And so is my shattered iPhone screen.
And so is this glorious new day.
Plus I'm going to get my tires rotated today! And I'm going to try again to get my phone fixed! But not at 7:01! Because 7:01 is now and forever The Hour of Minute-Long Heartbreak. Never again. Always remember. The struggle is real. And so are my wobbly-feeling tires. And so is my shattered iPhone screen.
And so is this glorious new day.
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