Some mornings, after a stupid night of worrying about stupid things that don’t matter at all, I get up, see the headlines, and want to throw up. Partly because of my own selfishness, partly because of all the terrible, terrible things that happen every day. I hate that I can read headlines about hundreds of people dying in an earthquake and two seconds later be irritated that it might rain this afternoon.
I’m such a shithead, and even that realization doesn’t penetrate enough, because in an hour I will be wrapped up in what I should say in a meeting I am dreading.
Just a few quick photos this morning.
Here’s to Monday,
black sheeped
