Thank God, I never was cheerful. I come from the happy stock of the Mathers, who, as you remember, passed sweet mornings reflecting on the goodness of God and the damnation of infants.
You cry and you scream and you stomp your feet and you shout. You say,You know what? I'm giving up, I don't care.And then you go to bed and you wake up and it's a brand new day, and you pick yourself back up again.