A Forced Hand to Play
I hate this. I’ve been forced into making a decision and I only have a few hours. This is one of those times I wish I had someone to talk this out with … sure I can talk to other people, but by the time they’d be available, it’ll be too late. My old confidant was always available.
This is a difficult decision, and not one I want to take lightly; I also don’t want to sacrifice something solid for a speculative venture later. Perhaps it’s just because I don’t really like change …, or perhaps it’s because I have a sense of duty and I don’t want to damage my current situation.
Ugh. How am I supposed to know which course of action is the correct one? I can’t see the future … I can’t tell if I should be turning left, instead of right.
December 27th, 2005 at 7:13 pm
Fine, don’t consult me. I see how it is. You hate Germans, eh? Well, we know how to get even, I’ll tell ya that!
December 27th, 2005 at 7:20 pm
Um, I did … you left before you dispensed any of your teutonic advice.