November 22nd

Well, today was yet another brutal day; but so beautiful at the same time. The essay still isn't done and all the problems of yesterday didn't get lost in the night as I'd hoped they would. I woke up in my dear friend's bed, and found her laying on the love seat in her own living room - she is a dear, dear lady, but not short enough to deserve her sentence to sleep with her legs in the air like an astronaut. So the first smile of the day came from realizing my dear friend's sacrifice for me.
The rest of the day was filled with highs of friend's words and manifestations of sympathy and kindness, and lows of quiet moments of introspection. But, amidst this veritable seizure of emotions, I was still able to laugh. And what, you ask, did I laugh at. My dear friend, Holly. An avid genealogist and superstar, Holly showed me the pictures on the front and back of the binder that holds her genealogy class material...

Ya'll, I saw this comic...and for some reason, it's brilliance and wit reached me in a way that caused me to put aside everything else and just laugh. I know you may not appreciate it as much as me, and for that I feel sorry for you. Because this is funny. Sorry, it just is.