This week has gone by so slow. I just want 10:30 Saturday morning to be here already. The last couple of days I have been plagued by spontaneous flouts of butterflies in my stomach. Not the type that comes just before a kiss. The type that makes you feel sick with nervousness. This morning I woke up every 10 minutes to check the clock. My dreams played tricks on me as I would wake up in a panic thinking I was going to be late. I doubt I'll get much sleep tonight.
My Scooter, A Love Story
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