My back can no longer sustain the delusions of the self made ego

I’m on my way to work. On a Sunday morning. For 12 hours straight. Years ago I had predicted I would be rich enough not to work. That prediction didn’t come to pass. As you can clearly see, I married poor because of the grand ideal I held of being a self made independent woman. Damnit all! Ideals are now obsolete. Let me leave ideals to Raila and Miguna.

For my next marriage, the only principle that I shall be examining is the weight of the pocket! Never mind how the pocket was lined or continues to be lined!

My back can no longer sustain the delusions of the self made ego…

Happy Sunday…

Yes, I am thankful that I have a job..