“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”

It’s a beautiful summer day. But I’m at work.

I have tomorrow off to go to the beach. But the BF has to work.

I finally got my shiny brandy-new CD player installed. But, since I have a weird curvy dashboard, it looks like ass.

I got the full-tuition scholarship and graduate assistantship I’d been dreaming of. But I turned it down.

Altogether, things are jolly. But it’s a couple little ones that grime everything else up. I’m inside today, and I’d wanted to go to the beach tomorrow. Perhaps I’m just a whiner at heart.