Being sleepy eyed and sid-the-sloth-like, the way i usually am at the beginning, middle and end of everyday, i spotted this article in the newspaper today:
Which led me to thinking...the conclusion of which is this: I acknowledge I have the disease. But I choose to live with it. Be a role model. Like all those women you read about who have survived deadly diseases and write motivational, see-the-upside articles about it. And if the disease does get to me, I choose to die a martyr.
The brief Peep-into-vetti's-head moment is now over...you may all get back to whatever you were doing. :P
