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Originally posted by gincognito
Anticipation. Like alcohol poured down your throat, it keeps you warm from the inside out. Like sticking a fork in the toaster, it keeps you jittering with nervous energy. Like your favourite song playing top volume in your headphones, it makes concentration on other matters virtually impossible.
It fills you up to overflowing so that everything you do, say, or think, is focused on that one moment in the not-too-distant future. Brushing your teeth in the morning, absently shoveling food into your mouth, nodding at all the right moments while the boss describes this year’s objectives. The body is on autopilot. The mind reels with possibilities.
Soon I will be on a plane. Soon I will land amongst the snow and mountains that make up the west coast of North America. A week in Whistler with my brother. A week in Tahoe with the maggots. This is good. I want time to speed up to Friday night and then slow….right…down…
But I will be all right. I can wait out these last few days. My leg won’t stop bouncing, but I’ve got this radiant, electric feeling keeping me warm.
Anticipation.
Sick and ashamed and happy (and can you feel it?),
d.