Light At the End of the Tunnel
I feel like singing and dancing for joy! Except that I have a smidgeon of compassion for mankind so I will refrain from singing. I am the world's most horrendous warbler - of the variety that do not even attempt to sing in the bathroom for fear of frightening themselves.
And I would dance ... if I had the energy! Just as I was feeling terribly morose and sorry for myself, I received the most wonderful phone call from my bestest of besterest friend in the world. The person I miss most out of all the human being set upon this earth. Graeme had called all the way from San Diego, the loathsome place I cast many surly thoughts at for so entrancing my friend that he has essentially emigrated there, to inform me that he was coming to Singapore to visit me!
I would be dancing the Dance of Joy right now if not for fear that I would be doing the Face Off of Joy with Ground instead. This is the best news I had received in years! I am beside myself with delight! Although I am not entirely sure I like the reasons for this sudden holiday, I am certainly not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I shall be counting the days till the Staedtler to my Waldorf arrives!
Till then, I will be crossing my fingers and hoping that nothing arises that will change his plans as I shall be horribly gutted if Graeme did not come now. Oh such delicious anticipation!
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