Moving is a bitch. Especially when you're a clutz.
I've banged my knees all up on countless inanimate objects, cut my fingers from cardboard boxes, almost fell down my stairs while carrying said finger-reaming-boxes, nearly ran over several pedestrians in my quest to get to new place (on a separate note, where the hell are all these people coming from and why don't they have cars??), having to depend on people (with man muscles that I don't have) who can't focus long enough to actually get anything moved, and finally, to cap it off, I got into a fender bender. In my beautiful new car.
Not thrilled.
Luckily, it's just a scratch but...still. A few tears were shed. Okay...maybe more than a few. A girl has a right to just cry her little heart out when things aren't going her way. So shut it.
So, on the way home tonight I decided that tomorrow is a new day and that I needed to check my attitude before it wrecked me. Then you know what popped into my head?
"The sun will come out, tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun..."
Yes, Annie lyrics jumped into my head.
Sad? Very.
True? Let's hope so.
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