Some years ago, I realized that my life was the universe’s idea of a joke. Like most jokes, it isn’t funny unless you are on the outside looking in. Unfortunately, I’m not. I try not to hold it against the universe, I’m sure it requires entertainment; causing supernovas probably gets monotonous after a while. However, I’m currently hoping that it decides to plop the Space Station in my living room before Christmas, so that my family doesn’t visit during the holiday.
©Hadena James 2015
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