The “you can’t always get what you want” theory (or lyric, if you prefer) seemed to get reinforced somewhere along this winding road. For instance, I do not look like Marion Cotillard (unacceptable). I did not find the inspiration to write the next great American novel (which was at least partially the point). Colin Firth is not yet starring in a film of my writing (any day now).
And while I can’t say I got what I needed necessarily (hello, lottery!)–
Pablo and Juanita were charming.
And the turtles were chill.
So what I did get today… well, that was pretty good, too.