I feel like a lot of people, myself included, desperately needed to feel hopeful for a few hours. It was a mental health break, and it was good.
I feel like a lot of people, myself included, desperately needed to feel hopeful for a few hours. It was a mental health break, and it was good.
Wrote to someone last night that it was a little like buying a lottery ticket: you know it's not going to happen (1 in a 100 million), but you spend the two bucks to enjoy daydreaming and fantasizing for a day or two
I mean it’s GONNA happen. Look at his slack jaw. He looks like he’s in decline. In hospice patients are encouraged to enjoy the things that they enjoyed in life. One last time. So he’ll golf. And cheat. I can’t wait for the last time
And it feels like that up to you check your numbers. Which is why I prefer not to Check my numbers.
It was exactly like that.