…..after her horrific experience from the day before, she felt God and Satan and all the primal forces of nature must be conspiring together to bully her into submission. Life just could not get any worse than this. Goddamnitall, why had she even been born in the first place? Yes, why?! It was a fair question; it was not an overreaction.. She couldn’t possibly dip any lower on the universal Scale of Happiness; she had already plummeted past the erstwhile nadir at warp speed and was now in uncharted territory and still sinking faster than a shot put dropped into a vat full of Jello. But after a good night’s sleep to clear her head and a forthright dialogue with her inner psyche, she came to the mature realization that fortune waxes and wanes with complete randomness and that she had merely found herself at the bottom of that cyclical trough for one miserable day in her finite journey through the Valley of Consciousness. One miserable day, yes, that’s all it had been. The temporal rotten apple in the barrel of life. The dregs at the bottom of a barrel of bourbon whiskey. The armpit contaminating an otherwise pristine human body. Today will be a better day, for sure, she told herself. Yes yes, it really will be! HONEST!!! Truth is, it couldn’t possibly be any worse than the calendar monster that had been racing around egregiously out of control, little different than an elephant at a tea party, which stunk to high heaven and answered exclusively to the moniker of “yesterday”.…..
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