This is one of those days where I felt like I should have a cartoon storm cloud over my head raining just on me. I could just use a lucky break--a little mercy, you know? I think sitting around wishing for such things is utterly foolish. I despise that quality in myself. I should trust to the consistency. The good work of destroying expectation where I find it, and planing.
I got to see my friends, though: a positive. On my way home, I saw a grey fox tipping over a trashcan on a snowbank. Little trashfox with green eyeshine and a black face. I'm chewing on my split lip and tasting the blood.
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