this has not been the greatest of weeks for me but I am always aware that no matter how crappy I may be feeling, other people are having a crappier time of it and I should be glad I have just the regular crap I have to deal rather than crap like:

~Having to make a court appearance and plead guilty of DUI manslaughter.

~Having to grovel and plead for forgiveness (and my job) because I made a colossal asshole of myself on the national stage. I cannot imagine the self-loathing the Don Imus is dealing with. This particular scenario is horror to me--horror--to be hated and vilified (and not unjustifiably) on such a huge scale. What must that feel like? Don't wanna know. Ever. I like my fuck-ups private, thank you very much.

~Not being able to go to Albertsons for some bagels and olives without seeing a really bad photo of my bald self on the cover of every crappy tabloid rag in the rack next to the check out.

So I have that going for me...