The clock is taunting me with whispers of freezing and holding me hostage for eternity. Fine! Clocks can't whisper, but it just sounds so weird telling you that the clock is speaking to me really fast and in German. I am oddly excited this evening. Nothing new, nothing different, nothing that would deem today be any more special than yesterday or even last week; and yet here I am excited just the same. TMQ is coming home tonight, for the weekend. He's visiting more and more it seems. I don't mind. In fact I love it. It still doesn't count for all of this nervous/excited energy that's built up in and around me and wanting to get out with the force of a tornado.
I need to get laid don't I? Good grief.
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