And then it hit me. The nervousness. Big time. When I woke up today I thought I was sick at first. But it was just the nervousness. Massively in my stomach. I guess it's because it's so close now. Friday. Right around the corner. It was like a constant panic attack or something. But I managed to go to work and it got better along the way. I'm still feeling it a little. But at least now it's tolerable. I hope it doesn't get worse. As Friday comes closer.

Look at this:

I thought that was neat. It was when I walked to work. I can't remember seeing anything like that before. Such a clear straight line between dark clouds and open skies. You could almost sense the coming of the storm, the dark clouds rolling in over the country.

Or maybe that's just my imagination.

It's raining now.

My mother is gone. The house is all empty. For a little while. I have to go shopping tomorrow. And clean up just a little. This house will always be something of a mess but maybe I should move away the nudey mags and empty cans. Where's that disinfectant at?

I talked to Skye's mother. She called. Twice. She asked for my mother. But my mother had left of course. And she doesn't speak English anyway. So we talked for a minute or two. She said she was worried. I said I understood that. But that Skye and I just wanted to meet and spend a little time. She repeated that she was worried. I repeated that I understood that. And that was pretty much that conversation. I don't think we really got anywhere. I'm not sure why she called to talk to my mother. If she wanted to stop it all. Or whatever. I don't think talking to me made her feel any better.

Okay. Okay. Just have to get through tomorrow. And then Skye will be here. I hope my stomach survives this.

Must try to sleep now.

np: nothing