How come, without fail, just when you think everything is just fine something always comes along to cast doubt. Why can't, just for once, that grass on the other side of the fence be choked to death by spiny weeds?
I'm still undecided as to whether I'll go to Sin City tonight. I have a ton of packing to do and if I am going to bugger off for a break I'd rather go see Ivana. I'll see how I feel after I have eaten something...
How come, without fail, just when you think everything is just fine something always comes along to cast doubt. Why can't, just for once, that grass on the other side of the fence be choked to death by spiny weeds? 
I'm still undecided as to whether I'll go to Sin City tonight. I have a ton of packing to do and if I am going to bugger off for a break I'd rather go see Ivana. I'll see how I feel after I have eaten something...
OK, this is so close to the truth I had to post it:
