Why is it then when reality finally hits you, you're too fucking late? Seriously, it's like a massive joke! When I don't want something it's there, ripe for the plucking. And now that I want it, I can't have it.

I suppose it's just me wanting what I can't/shouldn't have. Heh...
Christmas is in 6 days. And I still don't know where I'll be on the eve. I do know that I'll be dropping by at Luke's in the evening. :)