So tomorrow is my birthday. I’ll be 23 in 7hrs. GASP!
I have a friend who is a Rocket Scientist (really!) and he is the definition of Generous Friend. He’s a nice guy, super socially awkward but very intelligent and pleasant. So he gave me two presents last night.
Technically I could open them both but he suggested I wait and open them on my birthday so I can have something to open. Liking the idea I immediately opened one when I got home.
Now the second present? It’s mocking me. It’s sitting there in all it’s prettily wrapped glory and it’s mocking me. The worst part is that I COULD open it RIGHT NOW. But I don’t want to spoil it for myself. BUT I REALLY REALLY DO.
I’ve never progressed past 12. Sigh.
So I’m obsessing over it.
I keep peeking in on one side of it that’s rumpled up a bit.
Yield your secrets, motherfucker.
Six hours and 46 minutes.
I shall lie in wait.