This evening I realized anew that I am quite simply the stupidest person I know.
Moments of triumph are fleeting, but this, like all my embarrassments, will surely become etched crystal-clearly in my mind.
I apologize for the overdramatics; I've been reading Dorothy Parker and her elegant style crept up on me (er, an attempt at such; I am clearly none so articulate).
More specifically, a journey last night turned into another Herculean Task (I think this makes five or six since I've been in New York; the first was the day I actually moved here), when it should have been simple and straightforward. It was completely my fault for moronically not reading OR thinking, several times in a row. This is only the most recent example of this phenomenon, too. I need to get it together.
This week of education training did indeed make me feel lonely, inadequate and a failure, but that's not really anything new and that wasn't what this referenced.
Thank you for the very kind words, friends, and I apologize again for my tendency toward hyperbole. Carry on.