--I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Ah, Weighted Companion Cube, why did things have to go the way they did? All you ever did was try to help me with those twisted puzzles, and I repaid you with incineration -- maybe some day I'll hold you again, and you can hold down a button for me or maybe protect me from a high energy pellet.
Yesterday was silly depressing to read. Cycle of Life is indeed good, then bad, but it also goes good (and inevitably bad, then good, and so on) again.
I wish things were a certain way, but I guess I'll have to be flexible like a good Airman and handle business as business comes.
I wonder if I should work on my smile... that's my face in a minimally good mood.
