The last half of this Sheryl Crow song sums up my state of mind. (Ironically as real life is hammering me into the ground, poker is actually treating me well. I'd gladly go busto again online if it would help fix other problems in some kharmic way.)
Wouldn't it be good if
we could hop a flight to anywhere
So long to this life
So much for pretending
Bad luck's never-ending
It's never ending!
It could be worse
I could've missed my calling
Sometimes it hurts
But when you read the writing on the wall
Can't cry anymore
Wouldn't it be good if
we could hop a flight to anywhere
So long to this life
So much for pretending
Bad luck's never-ending
And too much time I've been spending
With my heart in my hands
waiting for time to come and mend it
I can't cry anymore
I can't cry anymore
Maybe the Canucks can win the Stanley Cup. That would be a nice distraction and something I could celebrate.
2 comments:
Sorry about the hammering. Hang in there.
I'll second double M's comment. Hang tough and grind it out.
Just shout out in a generally Easterly direction, if there's anything I can do to help.
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