I’m bad at waiting. Or maybe I’m good at waiting. I don’t know. I know I hate it though. There are approximately 12 days till my Main Distractor arrives, to help me celebrate my birthday. Yay!
It doesn’t get any easier, I guess that’s all I’m saying. You may become inured to it, but that doesn’t make it any more fun. And you simply can’t think about the fact that he was originally supposed to have been here by now, permanently. Because it makes you, well, sad and or mad, and what’s the use of that?
We have lots of stuff planned for when he’s here; some involving shopping and cooking, and some involving restaurants and/or meeting up with friends, so many of whom haven’t met him yet. There are a couple of unprogrammed days, too, because while it’s nice to have plans, I usually find that I’m saying OH WE SHOULDA _______! the day before he leaves, and time’s run out. So with a little luck some of those things will occur to me before he actually leaves LOL. There will also be a great influx of Radiohead people to see the Vancouver show, which should be lots of fun! and some of them will have a chance to meet him, too.
This week is a bit fidgety, and then next week there is a hair appointment and a spa appointment (birthday traditions, you see). And me becoming ever more impatient.
Thank god for the webcam, is all I can say, and Skype. I think I would have lost my mind by now if we couldn’t talk/see each other the way we can.
