yesterday, after working out to the point of exhaustion (endorphins are truly wonderful things; is there a way to market/bottle them somehow?) at the fit club, i ran into one of my high school english teachers. Mrs. Neece, although i could call her Daria if that didn’t feel so brazen. She asked what had happened to my IT column, i said i was fired, and not only that, my boyfriend broke up with me, and quite frankly, things couldn’t be worse. She said, “don’t say that, they COULD be worse!”
She was frighteningly right.
Let me just say, if you’re new to the site, my purpose has been to amuse and entertain, not to ramble on about sad things. But my brain hasn’t been in a state to make light of things lately, and that’s just the way it is for now. I’m sure, i’m SURE, eventually, things will be more light-hearted, but right now, that’s just not happening.
i will never, ever say that things couldn’t get worse. because boy, can they ever.
i do have to say, though, that things certainly can get better. i know they must, surely, somehow get better.
eventually.
ok then,
grace