Apres moi, le deluge

Well, it's another day.

Just as I was starting to think that things couldn't turn around, they did. Anticipatorily, anyway.

But since human beings exist on hope, not reality, it's more important to have things LOOK like they're turning out than actually turning out.

Actually, I think I need to cook up a poem about what really drives people. That's something else on my list for tomorrow.

Curtis (as distinct from Kurtis) was supposed to come over tonight. He said that he was going to be partying at his house - I hope I talked him out of it.