Perfect!

So it was being a rotten Sunday - one of those days when I am SO tempted to break that little I-will-never-smoke-ever-again promise to God, buy a pack, run the g&t fixings upstairs to my room, lock my door and get happily smoky and tipsy and lie on the floor - and then I saw this in the paper:
...And suddenly it didn't matter so much that I'm unemployed, desperately poor, ready to throttle my mother, powerless to move out of the house, and very unlikely to have little dark-haired babies any time soon. Well, not quite. But at least I could chuckle about a comic strip while internalizing my rage at the injustice of the world.

P.S. Had a nice little gin&tonic anyway.