It’s something I’ve definitely fallen out of the habit of doing, but I was struggling to read Ionesco’s Rhinoceros in the stage left vom before Spring Awakening this afternoon when I gave up, put my head in my arms, and mentally acknowledged that yes, I do have a lot of shit with which to contend at present, but no, that does not mean I should allow the shit to weigh down on me, and that actually, I should stay strong.
And this is the strength I prayed for before getting back to my book.
It’s what happens when you watch Woody Allen and vent about boys with your wife.
Oh, and eat frozen grapes.