When all your plans go up in smoke, The pain’s too much and it’s almost a joke, You try to sleep but dreams are invaded, By twinges, pangs, aches, and dedicated…
On Bed Days
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When all your plans go up in smoke, The pain’s too much and it’s almost a joke, You try to sleep but dreams are invaded, By twinges, pangs, aches, and dedicated…
On particularly rough days when I’m sure I can’t possibly endure, I like to remind myself that my track record for getting through bad rough days so far is 100%…and that’s pretty good.