This single phrase saved my sanity today. Feeling slightly depressed about
of the world, my job, my life, the price of cookies and all things in
between. I decided to
take a walk around the block to see if I could cool down my grey matter. I
phrase on the cover of the SF Weekly and I burst out laughing.
I smiled all the way to the coffee place and then got a discount on a muffin
very nice coffee people. I even smiled at a old lady driving a car as she
got frustrated at missing
the light, and she smiled back.
It’s a fluke that the world got this far. We are the all singing all dancing
crap of the world.
There is no making sense of anything. Who wants a fig newton?