There's a half hour to go at work, but I'm entirely too excited to concentrate. So excited in fact that my leggings have stretched and ripped and I really have to pee.
...Those two things are unrelated to the excitement. In fact, they're not even related to each other. Oh well.
Do you still get the butterflies from knowing you're meeting someone later in the day? Is that too 70's? I don't care, I'm happy and I know it and I could clap my hands. The kind of happy where you don't really have anything to say because you can't get your brain to sit still. Like cheese and chocolate and good friends and shooting stars.
Zomg, I want out of here now now now. Not least 'cos I've to pee... and then go ask tailor uncle if he will pretty please stitch my leggings up RIGHT NOW please, it's a two minute job.
... And so we come full circle. The end.
PS: 27 minutes to go.
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