I think life is beyond crappy.  I know I should be grateful that 95% of the things in my life is pretty darn great.

But right now I can’t surpass the 5% that is beyond shitty. The worst thing is that I see no end to them. The shit just keeps coming.

I want to dwell in it.  Complain, cry and yell. So I do. When nobody else but the dog is home, I have mental break down and primal scream to my computer who, it too,  doesn’t want to cooperate.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I try to think “This too, shall pass”.