There was a problem with the metro and I didn’t get home until almost 8pm. As soon as I think that I’ll actually have time for myself, something always happens. It seems to be a cosmic joke that’s always on me. I’m not ungrateful. I see bums on the street everyday and I thank God that at least I have a roof over my head. I just wish it wasn’t all or nothing. It seems like you either work all the time or you don’t work at all. The working part time thing never seems to work out I’ve noticed.
Just a few random thoughts.
Minx