March 30, 2010
It is the end of March, the last day. It is clear to me that I have come to the wrong place to live, the wrong city, the wrong house, and somehow the wrong life. It is an easy admission to make, because I will be offending no one but myself in doing so. It is an easy error to correct. It is deceptively easy because the chances of choosing incorrectly again are fairly high. I need to give some thought to what I will do next. Today I will wash windows and think about what I will do next.