I wish the real world would just stop hasslin' me... (matchbox 20)

How many times did I cry yesterday? A grand total of FOUR. That's right: I CRIED FOUR TIMES ON THE DAY OF THE SABBATH BECAUSE THIS SEMESTER IS TRYING TO KILL ME.

I was telling Susan and Zippy around 11:00 or so last night about all that had happened (SO much) earlier in the day. And Zippy reminded me that good stuff had been happening to. I told her, though, that for about every five bad things that happen, one REALLY good thing happens. It just so happens that the bad thing count for that Sunday so far was right at five. Too keep from making Dang gag, I won't share here the good thing that emerged from the blech that consumed much of my day of rest. Suffice it to say, though, that the five-to-one ratio stands.