Still no answer. Somewhere out there a pool of people decide my fate. Faces of stone, no indication of direction. The waiting is exhausting, infuriating. At the same time--I am resigned to my destiny. Finding it difficult to care what happens next. Trying to hold on, trying to care.
The verdict must come eventually... (mustn't it?)
05 November 2007
Posted by Brenda at 1:38 PM