I feel like a whiney-titty-baby

Good diagnosis - from your first MC year - to today - that's you.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle

There is no cure - this is as good as it gets - no one can pull you out of the shitty-pot once you have fallen in.

SMITHSONIAN April 2003 page 99
A Conversation With Maya Angelou at 75
B Y L U C I N D A M O O R E

MOORE: If your mother liberated you to think big, what gifts did your grandmother give you?

ANGELOU She gave me so many gifts....she taught me not to complain.

My grandmother had one thing that she would do for me about twice a year. Shall I tell you [She laught loudly.] Momma would see a whiner, a complainer come down the hill. And she would call me in. She's say, "Sister, Sister, come out her." I'd go and look up the hill and a complainer was trudging. And the man or woman would come into the store and my grandmother would ask, "How you feel today?"

"Ah, Sister Henderson, I tell you I just hate the winter. It makes my face crack and my shins burn."

And Momma'd just say, "Uh-huh," and then look at me. And as soon as the person would leave, my grandmother would say, "Sister, come here." I's stand right in front of her. She'd say, "There are people all over the world who went to sleep last night who did not wake again. Their beds have become their cooling boards their blankets have become their winding sheets. They would give anything for just five minutes of what she was complaining about."