I’m blushing at my own stupid, nonsensical, meaningless thought process, which, by the way, nobody knows about except me.

You don't always have to know who you are. Sometimes, it's enough just to know what to do next.

I mean, when I think about it, what's more important? Clothes - or the miracle of new life?

Look into your heart- and go after what you really want.

Okay. Now my skin is really prickling. I've read all the Harry Potter books, all five of them. I don't remember any half-blood prince. "What's this?" Trying to sound casual, I point at the ad, "What's Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince?" "That's the latest book," Garth the other trainee, says. "It came out ages ago." I can't help gasping. "There's a sixth Harry Potter?" "There's a seventh out soon!" Diana steps forward eagerly. "And guess what happens at the end of book six-" "Shh!" exclaims Nicole, the other nurse. "Don't tell her!

That's the way it goes. Some things happen and some things don't. This one is obviously just wasn't meant to be. Except deep down... I still believe it was.

I change my mind so much, I'm better going on my own. Shopping is a selfish activity anyway.