Apparently, that's just another term for rock dumping in the North Sea. Yesterday, I had to file for a sick leave because of my bum stomach. The night before, I ate a *light* dinner of Vietnamese pho, but it didn't sit well with the tummy. I ended up without sleep all night, so I decided to finally go to the doctor. Perfect timing - a college friend was in town and was having lunch. Naturally, I couldn't NOT pass by even for just a bit; after all, the lunch was just across the street.
While I was not really up to it, I am glad I went. We had a very interesting talk...you know how those things go, you talk about the past and the present, and how different life is from what you expected when you were 16 years old.
Gina, our friend, now works for a Dutch company that dumps rocks in the sea. She makes maps of the sea bed...Pretty interesting huh? Monnette and I felt so inconsequential worrying about typos and commas and weight loss products (maybe the last is just for me).
In any case, that conversation made me realize (once again) that you can make plans all you want in your life. That doesn't mean, however, that those plans will materialize. More so, when your life turns out differently, it doesn't mean that it's the end of the world. Life's not so bad after all.