I love Stephen King

"This is how we go on: one day at a time, one meal at a time, one pain at a time, one breath at a time.  Dentists go on one root-canal at a time; boat-builders go on one hull at a time.  If you write books, you go on one page at a time.  We turn from all we know and all we fear.  We study catalogues, watch football games, choose Sprint over AT&T.  We count the birds in the sky and will not turn from the window when we hear the footsteps behind us as something comes up the hall; we say yes, I agree that clouds often look like other things--fish and unicorns and men on horseback--but they are really only clouds.  Even when the lightning flashes inside them we say they are only clouds and turn our attention to the next meal, the next pain, the next page.  

This is how we go on."

I love this song

Wow

 Holy crap this is hilarious.  Another winner from Dan Savage's team over at the Seattle Stranger...this is a link to a particularly funny entry in today's SLOG:

http://slog.thestranger.com/slog/archives/2009/02/03/your_psychic_friends_are_back


It's a must-read.

I think I see a light at the end of the...no, never mind. That's a train.

SPLAT.

Today was horrendous.  My scar popped open on one side, they won't sew it back up, so now it's gonna heal like that.  They had to scrub--SCRUB--my open wound with the cleansing stuff, so that hurt like a...well, let's just say it was very, very, painful.  They wouldn't give me good pain medication because they probably thought I was going to sell it or some such thing, and by the time I got the fuck out of there, all the pharmacies were closed.  So I have an open scar which has been thoroughly messed with all day, I'm in serious pain but have no pain medication.

All that being said...I'm smiling right now.  Six hours ago I was ready to drive my car off a cliff, but I'm okay now.

What shifted my attitude from looking for the nearest cliff to smiling?  Honestly, and however cliche and lame this sounds...it was Rachel.  That's pretty much it.  Tonight I really remember why we're friends, why we work so well together.  I remember why I missed her so much in France.  Just talking, hanging out, playing games, making fun of each other, supporting each other by making fun of each other...  I just kind of remembered that...well, we're....

Rachel, if you're reading this, you'll appreciate this:

WE'RE AWESOME.

;-)