there's no place to go but up.
Or so they say.
I don't believe "them" I think we should flog "them", frequently and with little remorse.
That being said, while I still find myself the occational victim to a crying jag, I think there might be a light at the end of my tunnel. (See a previous post from E for an explanation of why I am in said tunnel). Why you ask? While still dealing with the aformentioned sack of doo-doo am I able to see a light at the end of my tunnel?
Because just moments ago I found myself humming Tom Petty's, "You're a free girl now". Yup, the cure all song that E and I have played with abandon after breakups, etc (Heck we even played it at the end of a parole stint... long story for another day). Granted this light may dim if given time but I can see it right now and that's just going to have to be good enough for me.
"Baby, you're a free girl now...."