Days flow into nights and back into days in swift procession like a column of soldiers at double-time. Am I happy? Sad? Nothing sticks out. Nothing separates on moment from the next. They just drift by. I guess I feel good. I don't feel bad. I can't be sure I feel anything.
Ah, well. I can laugh at myself and play that goofy "24 hours to go" song. I have to wonder, though, will I miss all this time when it is gone? I guess I will know when I get there. Meantime, I think I will resume my omnipresent search for a hottie to have wild, freaky sex with. Gotta love sex. Good stuff.
Ah, well. I can laugh at myself and play that goofy "24 hours to go" song. I have to wonder, though, will I miss all this time when it is gone? I guess I will know when I get there. Meantime, I think I will resume my omnipresent search for a hottie to have wild, freaky sex with. Gotta love sex. Good stuff.
regardless, i do kind of miss that time on occasion, but realize I can't worry too much because it is gone and thinking about it will do nothing but upset me.
meanwhile, good luck on your search!