"It's snowing still," said Eeyore gloomily. "So it is." "And freezing." "Is it?" "Yes," said Eeyore. "However," he said, brightening up a little, "we haven't had an earthquake lately." ~A.A. Milne*
While wandering around drunk** and loving everyone within a 10 foot radius last night, I had hopes of relaying said love and how I want to emulate other’s genuinely nice behavior as well, oh and that VK and I actually don’t despise one another. Then this morning I realized that the only way to successfully keep the room from spinning was by laying on my right side with my shoulder blades pinched together, right arm under my pillow, left hand pressing against the middle of my forehead. And my uterus and I need to have an armistice in order to peacefully coexist together for the next 30 or so years. Then for some reason my eyes were puffy as if I’d cried myself to sleep (which I did not) and my sides hurt and I have a rogue curl at the front of my head and it’s 79 degrees right now and humid which is quite reminiscent of
Given these things I still smiled at the barista in starbucks for my lovely eggnog latte and cheerfully gave Melanie the bathroom this morning even though I was running late and really didn’t mind that a Prius splashed my already wrinkled pants, because it’s true that sometimes just being nice takes considerably less effort than writing a book called 99 Pointy Things to Stab Annoying People With (that’s a working title). You know?
*I love that quote.
**Guess which hands are mine...