Sometimes People Are Nice

Today, Slacky McSlackyPants sent me this flower. Because, he said, he doesn't like seeing me sad. Even though he doesn't even know why I'm sad.

Good guys do exist.

Period

Against conventional wisdom and my friends' good recommendations, I called Mr. Zips last night. And although you wouldn't know it to look at me this a.m., I do feel better for it.

Before I was maintaining some amount of anticipation. Now I just feel resignation.

I got a massive four hours of sleep on it and, although it still sucks out loud, I see a future ahead of me.

It helped that I woke up with my two girls nestled, side by side, into the curve of my belly. At least - at the very least - they love me.