There is nothing I can do about it. I can't even give myself the illusion of choice. There was never any other possible final outcome. There is no "take a third option", or the fourth, or the fifth, or really, anything to bring around the outcome I am ashamed to say I still sometimes wish would occur, though of course that would be the one of the worst of all the bad ideas I've ever had. Hell, there isn't really a second outcome here. Just the one.

(Of course this relates to the question of fate/free will, which I'm sure my answer is clear here).

I should be drinking by now but I'm out. Sorry.

Fuck destiny.