It's weird how you can build giant worst-case scenarios in your mind about how future events will prove to be about three pitchforks short of hell, then they happen, and about midway through you realize that you are, indeed, about half-finished and this isn't really so bad after all.
You ever have that feeling? Like when you're in the dentist's chair and the dentist says to you "OK, we'll just clean up a little bit then we're all done" before you've even whimpered once. You know?
That said, T-giving is over, and we'll be returning home tomorrow.
(posted from my phone)
What's your take on giant worst-case scenarios that prove to be ONE pitchfork short of hell, and it starts to occur to you that perhaps actually arriving there and enduring THAT brand of torture might be less awful than what you're going through right this moment?
HELLLLLLLP.
like the jermster would say (here, lemme put words in his mouth, boy, he loves that):
"just remember what churchill would say: 'if you're going through hell, keep going'."
yep. :)
hey j.: your cats are still alive. awesome.
Like we used to say, "It could be worse, and it probably will be."
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