Tuesday was supposed to be about moving forward. I was supposed to troop downtown, to that decrepit, old, dark, maze of a building, submit my resume, and wait for that phone call that would announce my acceptance as a staff nurse in their hospital. Except that today is not. I just realised that I had to do my laundry, lest I decide to walk about naked. That's why I don't like making plans.
I have had enough of blueprints and Murphy's Law. They almost always fall flat on your face and make you feel slow. Sometimes even stupid. And then you're back where you started - square one.
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