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[ladysusan118]

The boy may or may not be here any minute now, having finished his enlistment and started driving north on Friday. The estimate he gave me about four hours ago was 11:30. Is there anything more excruciating than waiting with no definite endpoint? My upstairs neighbor keeps stomping around and I keep thinking it's him dragging a suitcase up the stairs. Every tiny little noise is a knock on the door. I was hoping that if I started writing he would arrive and interrupt me. No suck luck, it seems. What on earth am I to do with myself in the mean time?
(Goodness, talk about writing to the moment. I feel like Pamela.)