Talking to myself:
Well, the nerves started to kick in around 4:30. Now it's close to 6:00. Has hopelessness set in? No, not quite. Just resignation. So, February 11, 2008, is it? I've waited how many YEARS for this day? 4, 5, 7? How much more can I jam in my head. It already feels like a jar of strawberry preserves. Oh, look, jelly leaking out my ear. KNOWLEDGE... must cram in. Why do I procrastinate, do other stuff, and then try to do it all in 24 hours? Am I just a masochist? Evidently. I doubt the world will stop spinning at 4:30 tomorrow. Whatever the outcome for me personally. Whatever, it will be an end to a so long a time in limbo. At least after tomorrow my life will move in one direction or the other and not be at a perpetual standstill.
1 comment:
Madame President:
You have my vote of confidence. Knock 'em dead.
--Holly :)
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