Shakespeare.
Hamlet.

Darkness before dawn, and things are looking up.
That's why I cannot quit, because I know time cures much (not that everything is cured, but hope is restored). To quit before you've breached the adaptability timetable is simple silliness. Difficulty doesn't equal impossibility, and sucess promises increased strength and endurance for the future. I guess we can't choose our lessons or our tests, only live our best and wait for the gratifying season of retrospection.

This is not yet that season.

In other news, I'm becoming satisfyingly familiar with my area. I can find my way home several different ways from different directions. I know how to get to numerous indispensable destinations, including Dairy Queen (may you live forever), Starbucks (all hail), Borders (love), the library (home), several shopping centers and malls, the state park, Pets-R-Us (?), the YMCA, Wal-Mart, and am generally familiar with the major roads, highways and streets. Tonight, someone even asked me where a certain street was, and I could tell them.
That made me feel good.