I sat and used the power I had.
Then, one of my bondings that I had put on my chipped front teeth years ago, fell off, which increased my feeling of being out of control. So now I look something like this. Not a good look for job hunting:
|This is not my mouth.|
Then at home our wifi wasn't working. I couldn't unlock the locked desktop keyboard, and my perfet minutes rushed by, dwindling.
Now I'm trying to rescue the shards of the day by finding a poem for my pocket tomorrow. Like Simon and Garfunkle say: "I've got my books and my poetry to protect me." Wish poetry could do something about my tooth.
And I'm also trying not to feel like the day was a bust. Actually, after all this happened, I ran into a friend, who told me she's doing really well lately, that things were getting more perfect for her. I liked how happy hearing that made me. No envy at all.
(And Lara, that should be my one of my daily practices: refusing envy)