Just when I thought this awful day--of encounters with people who will never appreciate me or any of my work, frustrating debates with mediocre supervisors, and (worst of all) acne (yes, beauty will always be the tormentor of the insecure)--will be coming to an equally awful end, I get a phone call from far far away telling me that I am missed, an email from a faceless name admiring my artistic efforts, and a sweet surprise from the fridge (Time out in chocolate form? The folks at Cadbury are geniuses).
Yes, life is still worth living.
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