Dear God, if today had played out like a set of song lyrics, it would've surely taken inspiration from this Julia Stone song. From rise to set, this day has been one frustrating problem after another.
After the mornings events, I decided against going anywhere else for fear of being struck down by rogue lightening... or God's hand itself. So, I cleaned my room instead. It was sort of a momentous day - because today I packed away my childish things. Statues and trinkets which tell the story of my past, now reside inside two small cardboard boxes. I feel a little empty now. It's not everything, but it is a start.
Tomorrow - to the city I go for my 'super' breast check. With all this disaster in the air - I'm a little bit afraid of what might await me.