The gut-wrenching agony of real irony

Monday, February 21, 2005

Today, I stopped into a tailor's shop to ask if my province has any pink wigs (project: Jem and the Holograms costume). I was chatting with the sweet seamstress there and it turns out she's a Christian. She knows some foreign Christians who come to the church from the surrounding areas and said if I want to go to church on Sundays, come to the shop and she'll give me a lift. I laughed and cried in a moment. Why is this happening now instead of 6-months ago?

The new group of volunteers came out to visit sites this week. The girl visiting me rocks. We went out to eat tonight with my school director. There are a bazillion restaurants in my province. We happened to run into a couple who are also new volunteers visiting site -- about EIGHT KILO from my house! Yeah, PC placed new volunteers EIGHT KILO from my house and I found out about it tonight... just because the new volunteers happened to chose the same restaurant as my director. I laughed and cried in a moment.

This is the state of things. Oh, the gut-wrenching agony of real irony.
I (and my gut) must rest.

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