When life hits you in the solar plexus hard, feel the pain, grieve the loss, scream if you need to, even cry. Hide in a corner and suck your finger, pout and tell everyone you'll play with them nevermore.
Then when you get some legs again, crawl out from the rubble of your brain and face the world again.
Sucks that the Dutch lost. All that ORANJE. Sucks to lose my phone. And maybe it's all just brain chemistry; but sucks to feel so bereft. Comfort food for an afternoon and quiet time at home.
Tomorrow is Monday.
Then when you get some legs again, crawl out from the rubble of your brain and face the world again.
Sucks that the Dutch lost. All that ORANJE. Sucks to lose my phone. And maybe it's all just brain chemistry; but sucks to feel so bereft. Comfort food for an afternoon and quiet time at home.
Tomorrow is Monday.
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