I'm at my worst when it's from my lips.

Today's new thing: Out of country package sending. One parrot to Paris, One gorilla to New Zealand. I was in the post office line for an hour and a half, thinking to myself: this is probably the worst thing that could ever happen to anyone ever.

But that's not true, of course. There are Simple Life with Paris Hilton marathons, stacks of cheese in our refrigerator that go uneaten, favorite actors losing their jobs. And all that poverty and war too.

So, in context, the post office wasn't that bad. But out of context - I could've died.