And it's really sad.
It's been a constant distraction and I can't seem to shake it off at all. The start line has already passed and I can't see the end line being drawn at all. All I can imagine right now is what the end line is like, and I believe in it so whole-heartedly that I almost thought it was real.
The package arrived today, but the recipient wasn't there to receive it. What's worse, he's outta town. So it goes, after rushing to send it, and having spent like ten times more to speed up the courier, we end up back at square one - a timely delivery, but no recipients. Great.
I'm eager to find out if the package actually arrived intact: for one, I never trusted the postal services a full hundred, and definitely not the way they handle it when it changes hands. So now I gotta wait till the recipient returns before getting the verdict.
It's been drizzling sporadically, much the way I feel. I hope the feeling subsides sooner cos it's really dragging me down.
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