When people say, "I don't know how you can deal with this," I just answer, "You have no choice. Life goes on." I wake up and I have to go to the bathroom and then I shower and speak to H and go to work and get hungry and eat something and drive home and watch TV. Life doesn't just stop because you're sad.
So my cynical thought for today is 'Of course I will make it through. What's going to happen? It's highly unlikely that a car will fall on my head.' I'll still be here tomorrow. And tomorrow. And tomorrow.
And what is your cynical thought for the day?