I've Got A 'To Do' List A Mile Long

Last night, I was proofing an argumenative essay for a friend of mine. Around ten I needed to give my brain a break, so I turned on the tv and discovered the documentary: 'The Boy Whose Skin Fell Off' and from 10-11pm last night, nothing else existed. That seemingly insignificant hour of my life turned out to be one of the most gut-wrenching, heartbreaking, saddest, important hours that I've had so far. I think it's probably the most upsetting thing I've ever seen happen to one person before. And it happens to millions, according to the facts in the article. I was in tears practically the entire hour (Big surprise to you guys, I'm a wimp when it comes to sad stuff, but don't worry...I'd never cry in front of you ;) then I realized it was ridiculus to cry over it.

So, why am I saying all this? I realize I've been mopey and grumpy and sad and whiney and melancholy, and unproductive, and quite unlike myself for the past few weeks because of some recent uncool events. But then after 11pm last night I realized, even though I feel like screaming sometimes, I haven't got it bad at all. And just like that, I quit feeling sorry over the situation. I'm sure I'll still be caught from time to time staring out the window with a sad smile on my face (for a while), but right now, I've got stuff to do. It's good to be reminded once in a while that things aren't nearly as bad as they could be, and of course, to count your blessings.