It was a horrible Sunday: major PMS; dealing with my kids who had transmogrified into the Children From Hell; being subjected to photos of my favorite fella's former flames.
My life was poo-poo.
Then I read Wilson's article on the Bad Hemingway competition.
Gee! At least I haven't been publicly humiliated!At least my career--you know, the thing Society uses to judge our personal worth--isn't in the toilet!