tomorrow, Maybel will start her day without her reproductive organs.
tomorrow, or more accurately, in the trail of days and months following tomorrow, i will transition into a new job.
here’s hoping that both procedures will remedy recent behavioral and temperament problems. Seth looks forward to living with less aggressive and less bitey companions.
this whole thing is That Feeling, and i hope this comparison doesn’t embarrass anyone, when you finally have been asked to the Enchantment Under the Sea dance by the publication you’ve have your eye on for about three years, and there are two big fears: the first being that you totally made up how great it will be in your mind, and the more pressing fear being that you’ll do something absolutely terrible to screw it up — break a heel, get your braces caught on gymnasium decorations, etc.
either way, it’s just a job.
i hope i can do well.
I said … I HOPE I CAN DO WELL.
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