I was going to write a long epistle about how sad I am. Just finished watching a football match in the world cup. The outcome wasn't awesome.
One funny thing happened though. I almost caught myself about to carry a very long face. Then, I decided..."oh! It's not worth it!"
Writing is therapeutic for me. As I have typed those words, it's gone. Nobody cares! Why should I burden myself with a frigging pain that will not change the outcome?
What is done is done! Tomorrow life goes on. Everyone may bitch about it for one or two moments and the next hour they are all drinking beer or falling asleep. That's life.
So my best bet is to cheer up! 😎😎