Small tokens...

There are times when the world seems unnnecessarily harsh or hateful. Whether it's the banks chasing you down for overdue student loan (or credit card) payments, the apathy of others in your chosen career or even the monstrous words that come from your own mouth (or fingertips, in some cases), sometimes the universe lets up just enough to say, "Hey, it's nothing personal lately. Sometimes things just fuck up. It's not long term, and you will be forgiven in time."

So when you have a night of good company, tasty beverages and six hours that seem like one, you're forced to be grateful.

Because for all the bad and miserable, you always get a few brief moments of comfort.

Or your cabbie gives you extra receipts for your taxes.

Whichever.

Anyway, as much as I'm feeling a little downtrodden by things lately -- my temper hasn't been as forgiving as of late -- I received a good evening. For which I am grateful.

Now if all the other facets of my life were as forgiving, perhaps I might eventually be OK. And that'd be grand indeed.