It's amazing what a new canvas and new acrylics can do for your mood after a horrendously bad day. Painting is so therapeutic. I never really understood what The Lady meant when she brought out the watercolors to "calm down" - but she was right. Plus, I guess it helped that she actually has talent :)
Talking to a long-lost beau (get it? Some might...) helped the situation immensely. Why does he have to live in Ypsi-ghetto?
So if I extract the good things from the events of the day, they definitely outweigh the bad things. And it could always be worse, right? Like, I could have actually lost an arm to the elevator land monster. Oh, the horrors!
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