Rolled a critical fumble on breakfast that involved two rolls of paper towels, bleach-spray, the house and my hands now smelling like bleach-spray, a load of laundry, and breaking a bowl, the good scissors, and my pants. I have really missed my calling as some sort of "finding the impossibly-worst-case scenario" troubleshooter-slash-doomsayer. But at least there was cereal to eat instead, and in that spirit, I shall enumerate some of the other bright sides that I've managed to look on lately:
...I'm not very good at this optimism thing, am I.
- Reported the hole I sprained my ankle on to the appropriate alderthing's office
- Thyroid function will not be repossessed for another month despite the ongoing state of higgledy-piggledy after the pharmacy updated its systems
- Didn't actually lose library holds after library system update regardless of what the self-check terminal may believe about it
- New-new Upstairs has no sex-life that I need concern myself about so far, knock wood
- I can turn the heat up to flash-fry in May if I have to
- Flat is small enough that there are a limited number of places that a cat who still doesn't understand that he has a name can disappear into
- Uterus still ticking over in good order
- Lilacs. Just lilacs.
...I'm not very good at this optimism thing, am I.
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In your list of positive things, you left out "Still not ded." There, I fixed that for you!
(mmm, lilacs. They can make up for a lot)
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I broke the scissors when my pants fell down and I started to cut them up in a fit of HULK SMASH.