Struggling (Post #38)

Somehow I am managing to continue to make posts, although I’m not quite sure how I’m doing it.  Quite frankly, what I’m really thinking is something along these lines: huminahuminabbbbbbrrrrrrrppppptttthhhhhppp

Thank goodness for the writers of Casablanca; I can steal a line that makes more sense than I do, even without a proper context: “You’ll regret it.  Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life…. It doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three people don’t amount to much in this crazy world.”  Guess I could apply that to how I’d feel if I were to give up now and go to sleep.  But my bed sure did whisper sweet nothings in my ear when I passed by it a few moments ago…