Today was utterly craptastic for a number of reasons, and as the day progressed it just continued getting more unbelievable and difficult, until finally I decided that for the next week I am not thinking about anything other than what color I might like to paint my fingernails.
"Why just your fingernails?" you might ask?
"Because", I reply, "self toenail polishing is out because of my back problem."
Look, I’ve really never given being vapid a heartfelt shot. Maybe I’ll enjoy it.
Oh to be a child and not have to worry about grownup things......
I remember being young.
There were all sorts of things that my childhood mind dreamed up as being the spoils of adulthood. Even as a teen, the fantasies continued. About how great it would be to be on my own, be my own boss, do what I wanted, when I wanted it.
Being a grown-up was going to be totally awesome.
And even as the grey hairs started to sprout, even as my ass began its slow, demeening slide towards the backs of my knees, even as the bills piled up, I still held tight to the conviction that certain rights of adulthood were inalienable.
I was so naive.
No, I have not been drinking. (I sort of wish I’d been drinking….)
Bless you xxxxxxxxxxxx
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