I teared up at work over the stupidest thing ... The children lines on my hand. The stars say I'm going to have two, but at 34 I'm thinking it's not going to happen. And for the first time in my life I feel bad about that. My friend has three lines on his hand. I told him it's sad to know that one day we'll live very separate lives. He'll be married and his wife will hate me, maybe I'll be married and my husband will hate him. What can I say, I was in a thoughtful mood.
Last night to shake my bad mood I went to the library and checked out the third Harry Potter movie for the 100th time. I love it; it’s filled with childhood wonder, adventure and the whole disaster that is growing up. I’ve worried Mr. Smith with this rental. He thinks I should see a shrink – okay not because of the movie but because of the fact that I’m not sleeping, eating and I’m crying over the two lines on my hand that supposedly represent the children I’ll have…
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