I don't know why, but this song fascinates me in the saddest way possible.
Today = worst migrane I've had in a long time. I stayed up, working on a tiny project that caused my eyes to strain (I'll post about it soon!) b/c Ty wanted me to stay up while he did a take-home test. 2 am rolled around = bedtime, and also gave way to worst headache ever. Now, I get to read over his paper, edit, and advise, all with a light-sensitive migrane (oh, did I mention that his paper is on this computer?!).
"Are we not the framers of our own destiny? Are we not the arbitrators of our fate? . . . It is our privilege to determine our own exaltation or degradation; it is our privilege to determine our own happiness or misery in the world to come." John Taylor
"We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; now let us commit it to life."