Boing
That's the sound of a rubber bouncy ball. That's the sound of me bouncing back (as opposed to bouncing off the pavement). Sunday night was the worst, and if it wasn't, I'd be some emotionless automoton. But other than the debilitating hangover (and I mean the kind of hangover that starts with waking up still drunk), Monday was a little better. Tuesday moreso. I slept soundly last night, and I woke up this morning and got on with my day. In the car I realized (while Pandora played some of the worst possible music for me to expose myself to right now) I got through the worst of it, which gives me a little strength. I got through the worst of it, I can get through the rest of it. So long as the universe gives me a break before my next soul-crushing experience. Throwing a win my way couldn't hurt, either. You hear that, universe?