Last night I accidentally deleted one of my entries. An entry I thought was witty and insightful. Something that might entertain the random people who visit this site. As I watched my words vanish forever from this earth, a curtain of despair enclosed me. I turned off the PC and went downstairs to sulk in front of the television set.
I'm sure it was inevitable. People make mistakes. Lately I've handled some big screw ups with aplomb far beyond my known capacity. My partner and my therapist have commented upon it. So perhaps the universe rights itself by knocking me to my knees with a small, swift kick.
By the time I pulled my oatmeal out of the microwave this morning, I was over it. So much for introspection.
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