Glass is half empty: For every Friday, there is a Monday lurking just
around the corner, waiting to shoot a spitwad at you.
Glass is half full: But for every Monday, there is a Friday
waiting in the wings, arms open wide, wanting to greet you and guide you
into a happy go lucky weekend.
Which one are
you?
I’m neither. I’m too
busy wondering what’s in the glass.
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