Today feels sort of like waiting for Christmas morning or y2k. I can't tell which.
Anticipation is killing me and then I forget about it for brief periods of time.
I've never been good at waiting. It's not terribly becoming on me. But I do it anyways.
[I just keep having these images of a crumbled up pie, warm from sitting in a box outside all day, and no one retrieving it. ]
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