I was awakened quite early by an errant phone call.
Little did I know that this occurrence was the least of the many bad things that would cascade into my life by noon.
I really don't feel like going into the gory details, but here's the abridged and nonspecific version:
There was some bad news in an email, followed by an outright crisis of my own careless making, followed by frantic damage control, lots of furious errand-running, emailing, and phone calls, which finally culminated in a sudden and anticlimactic finish.
Throughout this ordeal, I had the invaluable assistance of a dear friend to whom I am eternally grateful. Thank you. I'd also like to thank those friends who kept my spirits up through compliments regarding my rugged good looks. Less-than-three.
The time for panic is over. Now I simply sit here, experiencing a calm reflection that the storm has passed. Alea iacta est, there is nothing more to be done. I await my fortune.
If I were the type to believe in omens, I'd take comfort from the following event - I went outside to relax with a cigar. While standing on the deck, I saw an incredibly beautiful blue butterfly fluttering about, and I thought "it sure would be cool if it alights on my hand, like in the movies". And then it did just that.
Jim Carrey parodies Matthew McConaughey Lincoln ads
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