706. when all else fails ...

i have my share of driving off to bad days—almost always work, dentist or shopping with keaton related.
and when all else fails to let me see myself survive, i always think about that moment i'll drive the car back into the driveway, and make that short walk to the front door.
i look forward to that—it gives me peace of mind.
and it always occurs without fail.
i mean the only thing that might get in the way would be a sudden onslaught of suicide, but that's not my style.
i fancy myself a premiere, quiet, sulking type.

although one more two-for-one bra and panty sale at the mall has all the makings of sudden onslaught, come to think of it.