Why . . . I was about to undo five years of psychotherapy with a complete character assassination when it hit me. I laughed all the way to the car wash and read a steamy tabloid as the bird shit hit the power shower. Pencils have erasers. White-out sells better than white wine.
Computers have delete buttons.
I reaffirmed the lessons of my BIG C experience and vowed to never again be victim to the little c's of life. However, I'll have to start my reborn perspective tomorrow. Today I'm too upset. I can't find my lottery ticket and the jackpot is twenty million. I'm a stress mess.