They're still laughing.
Let 'em. Let 'em enjoy all the laughter they can get. One day soon I think it'll be me laughing. I have just slogged my way through one of the suckiest tests I think I've ever seen. Y'know, I thought that they'd had enough and were capping it off last sunday when I found out my dog had died. Nope. Apparently that was just the climax of the first act. It's still busy going downhill. Shit keeps happening that I feel like I should do something about, and I don't know what to do. Some of it I can't do anything about, and yet I still feel like I should try _something_. Grr. Am I turning into the Man of La Mancha? Tilting at that which is not there? All I can do is just do what I can, and hope it turns out for the best.