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Staying up late for absolutely no reason at all, except an irrational conviction that something ought to be happening. Anything at all. Something that will make me cry my eyes out and puke my guts out.
That sounds awful. I think I feel like this any time I have to be home with nothing much to do for more than a couple of days. Come to think of it, it felt distinctly like this last year at this time as well. Except...
This anticipation is making me nauseous, and theren't aren't even any sweet daydreams to dull it.
I tap my toes at life. Look at it over my clipboard and proceed to write more crazy notes to myself.