Morning mantra
At least I’m not a fighter for ISIL.
At least I’m not in a sex-trafficking ring.
At least I’m not living in a hollowed-out hospital in Aleppo.
At least I don’t have Sean Spicer’s job.
At least I have a home. Even though the assholes upstairs go on benders every night and smash up the place and I drive as tired as can be every morning.
That’s how I get through the day now.