Wednesday 29 February 2012: Baggage
I need a hand with my baggage.
Everything seems find on the surface but...
There's always a 'but' in every situation that is this close to perfect.
I foresee a disaster. Broken bonds.
People call it thinking too much
I prefer to access everything before anything is done.
Maybe people think it's a bad habit of mine but I don't feel it. I just had to assure that anything I do does not go against my plans.
However, not all days are Sunday.
I need food to feel better.
Screw this
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