Ambition this shall tempt to rise,
And moody Madness laughing wild
Amid severest woe.
-from Thomas Gray's "Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College"
It's not fair
It's not fair that just as the weather gets warm enough for swimming, my shoulder acts up. I can hardly move it, and it hurts like a motherfucker. I can only type this because I'm resting my arm on a pillow. I can't sleep because I can't get comfortable. Since I don't have any illegal drugs, I may have to resort to heavy drinking to make it through the night.