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gerisullivan) wrote2011-05-31 04:11 am
gerisullivan) wrote2011-05-31 04:11 am
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For the Record...
...2011 remains as fired as fired can be.
There are now 32 entries on the year's BAD list that I started keeping in self-defense back in early February, and 21 entries on the GOOD list.
The 60/40 split only tells part of the story. "Rescheduled dentist appointment turned up no new problems or anything needing immediate treatment" (#12 on the GOOD list) pales in comparison to its #18 triple-punch counterpart: "St. Patrick's Day: Susan [Palermo] tests positive for C. diff; Steve Stiles' brother Jeff dies of cancer; Ross Chamberlain learns his brother died on Feb 25. Cancelled trip to see Susan to avoid risk of infecting other loved ones." Yes, there's good stuff in this year, some of it relatively ordinary, some of it downright marvelous and then some. But the bad continues to slam, slam, slam its way into my life, into the lives of my loved ones.
I don't seem to be running out of cope yet, but numbness is starting to creep in around the edges.
Onward.
There are now 32 entries on the year's BAD list that I started keeping in self-defense back in early February, and 21 entries on the GOOD list.
The 60/40 split only tells part of the story. "Rescheduled dentist appointment turned up no new problems or anything needing immediate treatment" (#12 on the GOOD list) pales in comparison to its #18 triple-punch counterpart: "St. Patrick's Day: Susan [Palermo] tests positive for C. diff; Steve Stiles' brother Jeff dies of cancer; Ross Chamberlain learns his brother died on Feb 25. Cancelled trip to see Susan to avoid risk of infecting other loved ones." Yes, there's good stuff in this year, some of it relatively ordinary, some of it downright marvelous and then some. But the bad continues to slam, slam, slam its way into my life, into the lives of my loved ones.
I don't seem to be running out of cope yet, but numbness is starting to creep in around the edges.
Onward.
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