
Having a bad day makes you question everything. Am I O.K.? Can I manage financially? Did I ever like Brussel sprouts? Why do the Canucks keep losing? Do I really care? Will I die from this stress? And then after a good night's sleep and a few "help me" calls, the next day seems brighter and lighter. Thank heavens-- or the bridge would be crowded.
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