Friday, December 12, 2008

…And Then There Are The Days

The thing is, I’m simply weary of being a disappointment. Of constantly confirming everybody’s worst suspicions, including my own.

It’s bad enough when it happens once. But when it keeps on happening

It’s just grinding me down, that’s all.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Just found your blog a week or so ago courtesy of the masthead man's site. Of course, I will never know anything about disappointments in your other life, but your life as a word sorcerer is nothing but amazing. Remember, for some reason you are one of a gifted few who seem to magically find the exact word/sentence/phrase that more than perfectly fits where it is needed. Absolutely love The Honeythief. Thanks for the great story.
Cheryl

Jack Feerick said...

That's very kind of you to say. Just be glad that you don't know me personally.

Lisa Ferrari Pyman said...

Oh stop. Karma being what it is, it's only a matter of time before good things come around again. And they will.

Lisa

mindlessones.com said...

Hope you had a good Christmas, Jack.

Cheer up, old chum