The night before the last day of the first part of my life. All the ducks are in a row, and the last minute prep has been completed. All that is really left to do is nurse the ulcer with a stiff drink...and wait. Friday, December 8th will dawn just as any other day always has. The sun will rise and set, people will come and go, and I will watch in slow motion view the dismantling process around me.
It will be frantic and depressing (not to mention damned cold), but I am ready. We are ready. We have to be, because the sun is predicted to rise.
I am either strangely calm or dead fricken tired, I can't quite place the feeling.
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