Gloomy skies here I come

Today has been one of those days where you realize that all of your lovely and grand dreams have popped right infront of your face.  Well maybe not popped completely more like the helium has fizzled out so they are are only slightly off the ground because the weight of the string has become to heavy.  I'm trying not to let it get me too down or stress me out too much, but the knots in my stomach tell me I'm not doing a very good job.

C'est la vie, tomorrow is another day and who know maybe while I'm a sleep tonight Carl Fredicksen will come and refill my balloons.


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