Excerpt from the ugly novel

I was doing the quick skim through as I scrolled down through the novel.  It seems to be helpful to let my eyes drift over the pages as I hold the page-down button, gets me in the mood for when I hit the bottom of the file.

This end-of-paragraph jumped out:
" What a day.  And so much of it still left to go.  The Arabandes had been awful people, but I'd mostly been spared the intrigue.  My life there had been just the abuse and the killing.  Today, I was almost nostalgic for that."

I know the grammar's a bit atrocious - sentence fragmenty and all that.  I'm not worrying about actual punctuation and sentence construction in this draft.  But the sentiment still appeals to me.  I think it's one of those things about growing up - you get more control, incrementally, but this means you're more engaged in the crap that goes into manipulating situations, and then you still get that crap dumped on you in the end, instead of just, y'know, having the crap dumped on you from out of nowhere.