Monday, April 24, 2006
Ugh, Sara woke me at three this morning to go out and poo. Unfortunately, I couldn't get back to sleep. This makes two consecutive messed-up sleep nights. I am not built for that, sigh.
And I am certainly not equipped for creative thought today.
About the best I can do is pull platitudes out of the jar......
This too shall pass.
That which doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
Without suffering, there can be no joy.
Then again, if I had the dog stuffed, she couldn't wake me anymore. Anyone know a taxidermist? (What kind of a person becomes a taxidermist? I think that's worse than an embalmer.)
I'm kidding people. Sheesh.