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It's only been four days since the new semester began, but I've been a bit tired since Day 2, which felt like Week 2 to me. Still, it wasn't the bad kind of tired. On the contrary, it was the rather satisfying exhaustion that comes when I immerse myself into work I truly love doing.
That said, I wish I had a bit more energy today. After all, Cole will be born sometime really really soon--as early as next week, or so our doctor says. April and I are almost at the point where we needed to bite down on our knuckles just to curb our excitement about our son.
Ah, dammit: "bite down." I could of course delete and re-write whatever I type in this entry, but just to keep ole Sigmund happy--in case he comes back today--let that Freudian slip stand.
Denial is close to ignorance, I think, both bearing the promise of bliss. If I try to be pleasant about things, hiding the way I really feel today, then maybe I will end up truly okay. And so will the rest of the world, I hope, the world into which April and I are bringing our little boy.
Maybe. Yeah, I can hope. But that comet. "Eccentric comet"? More like a fucking catastrophic comet, paying us another visit after what happened last year. Damn you, Comet GR-Z. Or damn you back, since you've already damned us first, it seems.
( Oh God, Not Again )
If you're reading this right now, you are safe for the moment.
If you're reading this right now, it means that you are ensconced somewhere with the power still on, with an Internet connection still linking you to the rest of this insane world.
If you're reading this right now, it means you're currently enjoying the luxury of not running for your life at the moment, and that's good. The only thing you have to worry about is the fear of how things are going to end this time.
I wish you all the best. Try to hold on to what you know of your life lest they come upon you, rotting flesh and gnashing teeth, trying to turn your life into something else that's only a cruel mockery of it.
Keep yourself updated, while we all wait to find out whether or not we survivors are the lucky ones. I suspect the answer to that question is forthcoming, though I have absolutely no idea what it may be.
Signing off. I'm spending time with April now, whatever we have left. The life she's carrying, representing the lives we will share with each other, is the only life that fills me with hope today.
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