Time

Is conspiring against me.

I have a little less than 36 hours until I get to see you again... And they are the most torturous hours so far of my life. Nothing works to occupy me. Not the TV. Not school. Not my novels. Not my roommates. Not my video game. Nothing. It's absolutely ridiculous. These thirty-six hours cannot pass quickly enough. I'm pretty much giddy, and suffering from a lot of anticipation. I feel like I could explode. Tomorrow will be really hard. And Saturday before I see you... I desperately want to be with you. Right now. And it's driving me crazy. A good crazy. But still.

I'll be getting things ready. Making sure I have all my effects. I'll put them together Saturday though. But I have a corsage to get, (which may not be the right color. I may have to get a hot pink rose one instead of a red rose one, and I hope this is acceptable.) I also have to put a water bottle in the fridge in advance for Saturday. And then, I shall gather the food, the clothes, and the other necessities Saturday morning. That way all is prepared, neatly.

And all the while I will be nearly dying from anticipation. Saturday will be wonderful, so long as everything goes well. I just hope you feel the same way too.