Ahem...

[nolabear]

That is all.

[Knightraven]

1. One of those days?

[nolabear]

3. It was, it was. Note to self: Stay the hell out of GD.

Good night's sleep and I'm all better.

[In_The_Wind]

2. Aww

[nolabear]

4. Thanks, ITW. Sheesh!

It's another day, and maybe a smarter one.

[Sekhmets Daughter]

5. Some days the rational and sane should avoid GD!

I go to there when I am feeling guilty...

Hope today is a better day!

[nolabear]

6. Well, to be fair I keep walking back into it. Hope for rationality there springs eternal.

Lots of good folks, but...sheesh.

[Sekhmets Daughter]

7. Yes, there are....

and they do outnumber the ones who make you crazy!

I think some days I go there expecting trouble...and I find it, so it must be me!

[nolabear]

8. LOL, I know. Repetition compulsion.

Freud's version of that old trope about insanity being doing the same thing again and again and expecting a different outcome. Oh well...hope and change springs eternal.

[Aristus]

9. I think that was Einstein.

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[nolabear]

10. Freud was repetition coMpulsion. Einstein may have been the other.

No matter how many times I hear it I never recall.

[MiddleFingerMom]

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[nolabear]

14. So a cigar isn't ever just a cigar?

And leave Bill Clinton out of this.

[In_The_Wind]

11. I have more bad news to report.

Not one bottle (or can) of Pepsi One is in the stores.
I want a cola drink sweeten with Splenda!

[Wait Wut]

12. Pfft...I can top that.

I'm sick. Like plague sick. I forced myself to head to Walmart at lunch yesterday to get a can of frozen MinuteMaid Lemonade. It took about an hour to navigate the obstacle course of zombies and locate where the Walmart Geniuses had decided would be an appropriate site for frozen juice stuff.

9 million cans of GENERIC ORANGE JUICE, about 5 cans of free rolling frozen apple juice (which I don't understand), and NO lemonade except for 3 GENERIC cans. I stood there, head pounding, gasping for air, craving my MinuteMaid Lemonade. Those 9 million cans of orange juice mocking me. I hate orange juice! And, yet, there they were...like a massive frozen army blocking any hopes of relief.

Until I finally saw through the bottom of that top metal grate...one...can...of...MINUTEMAID LEMONADE!!! It was so far out of my grasp. I was lightheaded and desperate...and determined. I opened the glass door and climbed up on the ledge...reaching...stretching...the tips of my fingers barely touching the elusive juice! Ahhhhhhh!!! It escaped my grasp and moved further towards the back! I climbed back down, almost beaten. NO! I would not let this Hell get the best of me!

I climbed back up and LUNGED!!! My fingers wrapped around the very edge and I pulled it gently towards me! Success! It was firmly in my grasp now, head spinning, sweating, gasping...I navigated back through the zombies.

Tonite I sit, my favorite mug full of ice...and topped with my beloved MinuteMaid Lemonade.

There is always hope, my darling, ITW. Never give up the fight!