Yep

So to add to the previous post, not only am I an egg sandwich responsible for my own happiness, but I need to stop worrying about the inevitable, whatever the inevitable is.
Additionally, I am somewhat of a hypocrite.
Furthermore, I really have no one to blame for this particular predicament but myself. For an egg sandwich I get into an amazing amount of trouble. You might say I'm rancid.
I want absolutes, but nothing is absolute. I hate tenterhooks.
And to round this mother out, I'm going to say I'm coming down with a nice case of PMS and I haven't exercised since the marathon so the possibility exists that I am perhaps dwelling in the minutiae again. It's where I live, man, it's where I fucking live.
The thing that normal humans (as opposed to egg sandwiches, of course) would do, would be to remain positive, do the best they can and deal with issues as they arise instead of tilting at windmills.