Oh good God I don’t believe in I am looking forward to Saturday.

I totally forget about my impending trip to the land of Coppell and Meathead and then *bingo* I remember and reflexively smile or internally fizz and “Eeeeeee!”. The feelings within my head and innards are like the ones I used to get on Christmas eve when I was young, where i’d be all excited at what the morning would bring.

I am pondering what to do about Valentines Day. Do I make a card or not make a card? Technically, we’ve only been “going out” for fourteen days, so a card is more than a little forward. Also, I don’t know whether he does Valentines. I don’t even know if I “do” it, never having “done” so before. It’s something I am dedicating some processing time to, you know, so I can “spend” some time at work.

Then if I do decide to make a card, what the fuck do I write in it?

Aaaanyway, just a few more days to avoid mishaps before I can curl up Stateside; a few unfun meetings and an observation at work and then i’m freee… Just hope the weather doesn’t put the kibosh on my plans :/

I have been missing Coppell a bit more than usual over the last week or so, so it will be particularly sweet to be in his company again :)

(love, my new favourite font soymilk)