. . . . . . . . 25

What doe's it mean when your asked how old you are and you have to stop and think - do the math - and answer wrong?

That's what I did yesterday - when turning in a job application.


"How old are you"

". . . . . . . 25"

Or when you wake up with a bloody nose, and you've tossed all your blankets and pillows on the floor.

Or when you can't sleep because your brain won't stop crunching life.

Ugh . . . . . . . .

Nothing like looking for jobs at 4 am, unless it's looking for jobs at 10 pm.

And there is nothing to do but keep at it.

Nothing else to do . . .

Wait . . . work . . . strive . . . hold the corse . . . stay on target . . . sounds so easy . . .