this morning #1840.

this morning, somebody has to put on a smile, right? fake or not, it might as well be me. i mean, i don’t really believe that i need to be the one who carries that weight but it’s a great excuse for me to try thinking positive. i looked around the the room. ugh. indifference & gloom. actually, maybe i do need to be the one to step up. it’s like a hospital waiting room in here. can’t assume that one of these other sad fools will be the one who livens up the room once the kids get here. those two dudes leaning against the wall over there clearly think they’re too cool for this. probably only here as punishment. some of the others look like they’ve lost the will to live. fine. i’ll set the tone. clapped my hands together. “can i have your attention?”