bad news is a blade across the thinnest parts of your skin, and what it often draws is something akin to despair. good thing then, for black coffee. nothing like Scaldingly Hot and Bitter to put a sense of proportion firmly back into the universe after what a doctor’s room and unpleasant blood test results does to it. being an incurable optimist with an awareness of your own proclivity for unnecessary drama helps too.
but really, what do you do when the enemy comes from behind your own lines? hit-and-run taxi drivers, broken bones, would-be murderers and callous ex-lovers - these and their far more bizarre brethren get thrown into the gladiator’s arena often enough, but at least they present clear targets, and good reasons for a girl to cheerfully amass her own weaponry. internal sabotage, now that’s far less jolly. in fact it’s downright bewildering for someone conditioned to self reliance. what sort of cannons are life-long drug crutches and nutritional nazi-dom?
at least i have a few things working in my favor:
1) a brittle attention span for Sads
2) a ready stockpile of tupperware for waterproofing meds and experimental home cooking
3) a hellbent appetite for world domination, faulty meat-machinery or not
you’d wish alot of problems could be fixed with a new piston or a size 11 wrench, but then real-life is messy that way. if anything, this could end up producing a vastly more interesting narrative in the adventures to come.