having a bad day.  this means all systems no-go.  like, all of them.  i just want some soup.  i want to make a pot of soup for myself, so i can feel a little better with something healthy in my belly.

it’s ok.  i’ll dry my tears for the umpteenth time, blow my nose, and try again.  eventually i will get some soup, or this day will end.  regardless, hopefully tomorrow will be better.  and no matter what, at least i get a tomorrow, so at least there’s that.  i am still, despite everything, grateful.