Spoiled Milk is Something I Will Cry Over.
You know, they say a lot of things are like riding a bike in the way that you never really forget. You just need a moment to remember. This is something like that. I'm starting to remember. It's like being in a state of hypnosis and as I come out of it, I realize that I've been squaking like a chicken for half an hour. And now, well, the story just goes on and on.
It really is times like these that you remember who your friends are. And how good of friends they are. Sometimes it's surprising. You know, emotional pains attract so much more attention then either financial or physical. That's strange. Me going a little crazy has gained more concern than the gash on my neck ever did.
The truth is that if I can not accomplish what I would like to, I will reassign my motivation elsewhere. And the truth is that I am a failure.
But I will live through this, like so many other things. Broken hearts are like riding a bike. And this will be like getting a new pony, in ways I won't bother describing. Use your imagination.