timing.

Abysmally awful timing seems to be the story of my life. Or absolutely spectacular timing. But never in between. NEVER. Nosirreebob. I never have decent timing. Or all right timing. Or even just okay timing. It's always one extreme or the other.

A miserable failure, or a stunning success. So it goes, I guess, but I can't figure out why anyone can't figure out the reason I'm searching for an even keel.