Today is day 14, and tomorrow is day 15.
And tomorrow i won’t be coming home.
You see, I have ranted here and there again about the perilous and ubiquotious uncertainty. And I have ranted here and there about the annoying and forever threatening field trip extension. And I have complained about how the mix of two can ruin a young, creative, full of imagination young man’s life.
And for this Pig Valentine week, those mix are served to me on daily basis.
And here I am, gaining age and losing my allocation on earth with anticipations.