Must. keep. smiling.

I've been completely down and distraught for the last one hundred eleventyone hours, but the sunshine in my heart says all is well. Things could have been worse, and I'm no longer complaining about having three bad days in a row.

I'd love to go through all the misfortune that had fallen on me, but I'd rather munch on the one that just snapped me in two. ~@#$%^&* I fell into an open drainage. Swoop! I went, both my feet thigh deep into the hole. Luckily my reflexes had me swinging back to my feet. Read: I crawled out of the hole. My legs were filled with putrid smelly black mud and I had to wash them off a bit with putrid smelly black water. I do not wish to recount how I managed to clean up my big, big wounds only to tread knee high floodwater again. *shivers*

But enough of that. Besides the fact that I'll probably scar from the wounds that would take forever to heal, I am quite happy I survived that shit. Beyond that, the rest of my night was horrible, but tolerable because someone(my knight shiny sparkling with oil and sweat because I bid him to come to my rescue pronto - and he came from miles away - bravo!) was there to tell me things were gonna get better. And better he made things get. I'm warm and happy because of his medicinal love and affection. Never mind the torrential rain. Never mind the big, aching, smarting wounds. Never mind that I had to suffer an hour's worth of turdle traffic in between Abad Santos and R. Papa, only to return to Abad Santos because the f* flood's waist high and no vehicle would dare tread murky water that high. Never mind that I had no ride home because the PUVs that go to my place suddenly became extinct that night. Never mind that I wasn't able to rest properly because I spent the night someplace else. I am still thankful, very much so, that I was able to survive the night, and its bad luck residues the day after.

I'm happy I can now attend to my wound, without fear of cholera or anything else that you could pick up from floodwater. I'm happy I'm home, even if home isn't as cozy as it should be. I'm thankful that I'm able to use my pc again, and that I was able to repair my keyboard which had been infested with ants (I've been cleaning up I swear, they just keep on coming back). *shakes fist* I will survive hey yey!

I really feel bad though. I'm just shining with optimism because my shooting star lend me some light. And this is better than sulking. Definitely better than pitying myself.