best served cold
what i'm looking forward to today is the cold dish i'm earning with every passing slight, sling and arrow. where once was compassion, there is now only a bemused taste for schadenfreude. luckily for me, her inability to help herself means i won't even have to do anything to achieve it. she just keeps digging her own holes, and the simple fact that i no longer need to extend a hand down to help her out is sufficient. yes, she can still rankle me from within her own self-tormented world, but respite from that is completely within my own power to give me.
the summer weather is on its way. life is good.