Voice final - FAIL!
Dating - FAIL!
Work promotion - FAIL!
Vespa repair - FAIL!
It's been a splendid week. (He said through gritted teeth, forced smile plastered on his face in a fine example of the mortician's art...)
I suppose it's times like this that real character shows through. I could wallow in self-pity and accept this streak as the inevitable arc of my life - or better, I could get up off my ass, and do something amazing. Preferably for someone else's benefit, since that's so often the most rewarding of amazing acts. On the other hand, if I try and do something lovely for someone else, and then FAIL! someone other than me is paying the price. At the very least, I want to accomplish something which ought to be celebrated with cake. Because really, aren't life's nicest moments generally punctuated with cake?
Anyway. Bowed but not beaten, it's just been a rotten week.