Well, I was certainly feeling vitriolic when I got home last night. Just can't leave the past alone it seems, and my past has some very unfortunate events. Well, my future too, probably, life, after all, is suffering. The present's pretty good though. And the sentence before last's use of commas was admirable! Ten words, five commas, all legit.

But enough fun! Let me bring you down. Explain for all my bitterness, my tears, my anguish and subsequent emotional detachment. It's hard not to get a messiah complex when you've been crucified. I avoided such by continually reminding myself that I'd deserved it. Hence the bitterness.

Bitterness, it seems to me, grows from regret when it is sufficiently self involved.

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