Well, yesterday was a bunch of crap news. While the day wasn't a total writeoff (I made big progress on a project calamityjon
and I are working on), I got handed a pile of punches between dawn and dusk: a potential book deal fell apart, a pitch I made to a national magazine was rejected, and a shot I had at a regular column in one of the local hack rags went to someone else. Worst of all, I was forced to realize by the end of the night that plenty of people have real problems and here I am feeling sorry for myself because blah blah blah shut up fatty.
Today looks to be much better, though, because I get to work a ten-hour shift and then go home and do laundry, and nothing elevates my faith in my fellow man like a trip to the laundromat.Raise your arms up to the air, shake off. You give me reason to live.