They’re only happy when I’m useless.
As soon as I begin to make any kind of progress, there is an onslaught.
I’m glad I’m not like that.
As long as I am immobile, they are content.
I can’t imagine what it would be like to be a person like that. I pity them.
Tomorrow is another day. Another day to try again. I hope it is a better one.
Happy birthday.
