I always try to end my blog entries with something uplifting, some pithy advice, or lip service to how I’ve turned my day around.😀

The truth is I haven’t the foggiest, fucking idea what I’m talking about. Some days after my day’s been uplifted and turned around I cry and berate myself worse than it would be were I locked in Trump’s office and having him call me a fat-pig-slob repeatedly for days on end.

In the interst of honesty I just wanted to clear that up.