your glass is only half empty?

I could overhear someone singing to herself, quietly. I could meet the gaze of a laughing baby. I could smash the shit out of a bunch of smiling, ceramic figurines. I could smell sun-warmed flannel. I could sleep on the rocking waves in a boat bound for nothing but freedom. I could eat a mango. I could light fires and spit razors. I could buy a hundred pairs of gorgeous and impractical shoes.

But this week would still suck.