Turning The Page With Paige Turner

Gordoday, Libra 15, 0044

Have you ever found yourself in need of the solace of rabbits? I mean to just walk away from whatever is troubling you, find a bunch of rabbits, and have yourself a good cry?
Rabbits are good for that. They don’t judge you. In fact, they’ll probably just ignore you all together. Oh, occasionally one might hop a little closer to the edge of his enclosure and wiggle his nose at you; basically saying, “What the hell are you doing, sitting out here in the middle of the night, with your high-heels hanging from one hand and a bottle of Champaign clutched in the other?”
Otherwise, rabbits are very good company when you need to be alone with your misery. That’s where I found myself the other night: betrayed by the one person I thought I could trust; the man I thought I would wind up marrying, someday.
Instead, I now find myself working on Mars, to pay off a debt of money, honor, and principle. Lesson learned: don’t fall in love on assignment to Mars.

After re-reading her thoughts displayed on the monitor, the young woman decided that the general public didn’t really need to be let in on her personal misery. Instead, she highlighted the entire blog and punched the delete key. It was too bad that her personal problems couldn’t be resolved so easily.