I was all set to throw up my hands, let this thing go to the birds, (give this thing the bird, whatever), and now I've found that after accidentally ousting myself to one N. Pollari (who writes a solid blog), I have readership.
I am already corrupted by this knowledge and power. But it is a nice feeling.
The powers that be have given me a few breaks lately, in a direct reversal of the last few months. I can't say that I have any faith yet still, but meeting/making friends (not papier-mache), getting follow-up calls to my resumes, etc. may turn me into an optimist if I'm not careful...who cares that I start going off my rocker if I, like a cat, don't get enough winter sun in a day/worry that my arms and legs are improperly attached from time to time? Too much to love.
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