Sometimes, I get in my head this rendering of how I think life should be. Then I wake up to realize that it's only what I make of it, and stewing in anger, galoshing in pity, not one of those things will ever make my life more pleasant. So, I must give over to this definition of fate, and trust myself to make the right decisions in the roads I choose to follow. On other things, the Rolling Stones are going to tour next year, and I am overjoyed.[the news is somewhat old, I know]. This time I will not miss out. Perhaps other possibilities will arise from this occurrence. One never can tell. I've realized that quite frequently, I start my sentences with "Sometimes..." When writing, anyhow. Slumber calls me to his chambers, and he I must obey. G'night then.