[ the natural progression of tings ]
Sometimes things are just... opportune when you're in a peculiar mood. I was biking to the library this morning, tourists buzzing their busy-ness all along the bikepath, getting frustrated as all hell with the buzzing and my work and my advisor and roomies and the whole misunderstoodness of it all, when this nut comes out of nowhere and hits me smack in the forehead. As if to say, "lighten up, kiddo. no use crying over spilt milk and the ilk." Which was... you know... exactly what I needed to hear.
... if only the bruise wasn't so big. |
