I seem to wait all the time for that fourteenth day to come back around. Sometimes when you say two weeks instead of so many days it seems to be a better phrase.
When I go to bed at night my prayers are said then I can lay my weary head to rest.
New things are coming my way, eager to see what life is bringing to me like a child on his or her birthday. Fridays are suppose to be such a big day for so many people but as for me, its just another day well except for the fourteenth day which is a good friday, my day for pay.
Soon things will be much better, and that fourteenth day will be good but again just another day, for now I'm again saving for a rainy day.
Nevr the less I will always think ahead so I don't find myself sinking below the surface during the week of the fourteenth day.