sometimesPosted: October 12, 2007
Sometimes, as they say over at AddProbs,
….hope is like a damn jack-in-the-box, popping up again and again, whether or not you’re sick and tired of the plinkety-plink little tune.
And you want to bash your head against the wall, because then at least there is some small excuse for the constant weepiness.
But then, other times, hope is there when you need it and least expect it. And you realize the wealth of choice in your world and things *shift* ever so slightly. And you polish off your last 2 oz. of nasty Chinese herbs and go to bed. With hope, which is a better bedfellow than you’d expect.