Wrinkle Story

I found a face wrinkle above my eyebrow the other morning. I thought to myself, "Oh that must be just because I'm still dealing with wake-up squint." Plus, I've been really stressed, too, so I'm a little tense. Proceeded to relax the face. Proceeded to realize that aforementioned facial crevice had not and will not EVER disappear, even in a relaxed coma. Realized current state of mild depression had advanced to moderately serious status in one fell swoop due to this slight, yet particularly abhorrent observation. Seriously considered returning to bed and calling it a day not only because of aforementioned facial deformity, but mostly because I hate my job. Thought about hating my job. Realized that my hatred for my job exceeds even my loathesome disgust for John Edwards, but I love to be able to pay my bills. Cursed Publisher's Clearinghouse for forsaking me in spite of various magazine purchases. Nursed a cup of Folgers and dragged my tired ass and wrinkle to work. Realized that answers to these problems will not be figured out today. Carried on. The End. ~M1L