a visit to miry mucktown

sometimes it's really hard to think of something, anything that makes me smile. or rather, it's easy to think of things that would make me smile, but don't actually happen or even exsist, so i can't really count them. it is so easy for me to slide down that grimy slope of feeling like...well, poop. wah wah, woe is me. i feel like such an ungrateful, whiny, self-centered, impudent brat.  then i feel like a whiner for whining about being a whiner..the vortex spirals out of control...i get lost in my mucky miry wah wah world. 

 Why, my soul, are you downcast? 
   Why so disturbed within me? 
Put your hope in God, 
   for I will yet praise him, 
   my Savior and my God.
ps. 43:5


this is what makes me smile:
full spectrum salads.