Proof #527,210 that God Hates Me
In an attempt to keep my blood pressure down and some increment of sanity (in hindsight, I have no idea why I thought this would help), I brought in my book, 365 Tao by Deng Ming-Dao. It's a daily meditation thing that I thought might broaden my view of things while trapped inside this stinky, hell-hole I call my day job; a reminder that the world really isn't full of soul-sucking, air-stealing idiots.
Each page contains a daily meditation. In the back, the index breaks down the page numbers for the days of the year as well as for what page to use in what hemisphere (North/South). I thumb through to find today's date. The index tells me to report to page 91.
Page 91. Today's daily meditation - the one that's supposed to lift my spirits and help me through the day - is funeral.
Go to Hell, Universe. You suck the suckiest suck that has ever sucked the suck.
Each page contains a daily meditation. In the back, the index breaks down the page numbers for the days of the year as well as for what page to use in what hemisphere (North/South). I thumb through to find today's date. The index tells me to report to page 91.
Page 91. Today's daily meditation - the one that's supposed to lift my spirits and help me through the day - is funeral.
Go to Hell, Universe. You suck the suckiest suck that has ever sucked the suck.