Things have been improving steadily in my life over the last couple of years, so I am hopeful that the best is yet to come. It certainly wasn't high school or my early twenties. I'm hopeful that my thirties are going to be good to me.
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Not a good morning, vw?
Eh. Just feeling gronkly from all the allergy/asthma coughing all night. And, I'm missing church, so I'm frustrated.
I'm sorry. I'm up early because I couldn't sleep worrying about the apartment and money.
Yeah, I thought you were up kind of early for a Sunday. I'm sorry it's making you so anxious. I hope it'll all be over for you soon!
Thanks, I'm going to make Dave call in an hour, assuming I can drag him out of bed.
Good plan!
Wow! I had to do work there. Bad b.org!
I think the weather is too nice. Folks are up and about.
I would be too, but my feet hurt. But I did go out for breakfast. (Had to go early to avoid the Sunday morning it's-a-beautiful-spring-day breakfast crowd.)
Actually, I hate the whole idea of the "best years" of a life. It implies such a bleak outlook on our lives--that we will have the "best years" and then begin a long, dark slide to death. Feh on that, I say!
What Kristin said! If high school was the best years of my life, I'd have curled up in a corner and given up by now. High school sucked. Adulthood rocks.
Also, thanks for the hair advice yesterday everyone! Here's the new 'do. My stylist rocks - I think this is the first time in five or six months I've looked at myself in a mirror and felt like me. (And it doesn't hurt that I redid the color, properly this time. That hour between the salon and home when I was wearing my natural color was a little scary.)