Roll with it...

I think I had a good test of my mettle in the last twenty-four hours. To recap - Drop car off in parking lot, assuming that the lot was for an adjoining building, return later, and the car is now locked behind a gate. After trying to find someone to open it, I found one of "those people" - wouldn't help anyone for anything, imagine, in LA. Anyway, I ended up staying in Carbone's guest room, and grabbed my car at six this morning.

Now - I could have gone on (and on, and on, and on, etc.) about how awful this was, how life was unfair, and gotten really mad at everyone around. Seriously, who does that help. The only bad thing out of the whole experience was I didn't get to sleep at home. Honestly, nothing that bad happened. A little inconvenience, maybe, but not even that much. I was home by seven am. Now, if you figure it was around midnight when I tried to leave, that's about the time I would be unconscious anyway.

All in all I think that if everyone just didn't panic when life decided to leave a flaming bag of poop on our doorstep, we'd all be a lot happier.

Then again, when I've perfected running my life, they will assign me another one to look over.