Tuesday, August 15, 2006
I don't know if it's me. Maybe I'm being overly sensitive. Maybe I'm seeing things from a one-sided perspective. But right now, everything is my fault. No matter that what I was doing was to be a favor. No matter that I simply forgot as I entertained family. Doesn't matter, it's my fault. You run out of bus passes, my fault. The cable installation doesn't activate an inactive line, my fault. The wood floors getting warped at the front door and the builders haven't returned my eighth call, my fault.