Hope

Hope, that most blessed of things. That which drives us down the beauteous, wondrous road that is the gift that is life. Why I have hope that this short story will ultimately, through sales of my other books, net me millions of dollars. How could it not when you launch a full out attack and go completely off on one of the most beloved literary icons in America whose name might possibly rhyme with moose. Oh hope, blessed hope, most glorious of life's creations. O.k. I think the sarcasm monitor in my room is malfunctioning because it keeps nodding its head in agreement at the words being typed. Note to self: Purchase new sarcasm monitor because if the douche actually agrees with that crap then the douche is definitely a douche. Hope. Without hope what else is there? You've got to have hope. Oh, and going off on the moose rhyming douche. There is that too.