We've all been there. In the muck. Trudging day in and day out through a bit of a Murphy's Law induced rough patch. Despite your most valiant efforts to be optimistic and get up each day with a new lease on life, shit keeps happening. Your birthday is a rainy Monday so you dash over to the bus stop for some relief from the rain even though you're already soaking wet. Suddenly, you get a phone call from someone who must be wanting to wish you happiness, but no. (F, why did I answer that?!) She nags and nags and just won't let up... even though you've tried to explain that it's a rainy Monday, you're late, soaking wet and waiting at the bus stop. In trying to be a human umbrella for your bags and politely get your boss of the phone, you drop your scarf straight into a dirty New York City sewage puddle. It doesn't stop there, no sir. You bend down to pick up the scarf and at the exact moment, the bus arrives, splashing that dirty New York City sewage water all over you.
And, cut.
When everyday feels like a rainy Monday, food tastes like sewage covered birthday cake, fun is a three letter word that you vaguely seem to remember from a book you read one time, and Murphy just won't stop kicking the crap out of you...
Solitude really is bliss.
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