Logical chains

"Matter of fact, I could leave"
Thus spoke the Mad Hatter at the tea party*. However, whilst I *could* leave, unlike the Hatter, I have a hostel bill to pay. I haven´t been paid from the bar work I have done yet. Therefore I do not have sufficient funds. Therefore I have to stay at the hostel for another night (and by proxy, every night until the morning after my account shows that I HAVE been paid.). Therefore, like the four of swords reversed (a tarot card having dropped out of the deck hinting at this situation this morning before I was even dressed, alongside lots of other delay cards), I am enforced to stay.
Rest.
Reflect.
Recooperate.

Anyone who knows me can instantly understand my first feelings of resentment at being made to do something I didn´t ´want´ to do.
Something bigger than me is telling me to stay put. All for the best though. Can get stuff sorted before I go. Make the best of it.
(humph)

"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference."

Postscript. It´s now 3pm. I should be paid tomorrow. Having slept, picked up my December wages and eaten the wonderful falaffel offered by the kebabby across the way, I´m a lot more stable. Question is: now what? Pack. Meditate. Heal myself a bit...( a lot!)

postpostscript (6.20pm)
Wanna read something funny?
5.10pm, 10 minutes after the banks have closed, I find out that the money HAS gone in. too late though to do anything about it. so, hostel one more night, then head on to Barcelona by night train, or maybe day, or maybe flight. who knows.. oh, me, thats right. It´s my choice...

*post edit, actually something almost similar in ..arkham asylum NOT Carroll´s tea party. but he should have said it there