So I guess I should have something meaningful to say here. Or it feels like I should anyways. But as usual I don't. My thoughts are too silly to be shared here really. Maybe another time, when I'm feeling less foolish. As fas as I can tell, it's all rollercoaster from here. Just can't wait for that final pop, the 19th, the big hoopla. It becomes a sort of schedule with me. I do this and that and then come the big whoop. Wait, scratch that. There is no whoop, it's all just nearly there. Like a dream of a white light that keeps coming, and you're almost reaching it... but you somehow can't, something is stopping you. I guess that's a glimpse into my head there.
P.S. Sobeys is love.