I had no idea Excitement could be so stressful.. my Delivery was Scheduled for 1pm precisely, when nothing happened I got a bit hyperventful, then I weakened and called the Man, not wanting to hassle him or get on his nerves, at 1:35pm, it rang would he ever answer it? after 3 rings He did...
"Hi there hows it going"
I'm on the M25 sat nav says 40 miles away from the destination,
"Cool, will probably see you in an Hour or so?..."
Glad to hear he is on his way, but that was 65 mins ago, I don't know whether to have a Drink, or a nervous breakdown, or perhaps both and a fat Joint... so I will try and snooze and guaranteed just when I am deeply asleep he will turn up... but as yet the suspense is killing me, like water torture, I thought I was strong and not so materialistic, but when you get given a free Merc, so to speak, its a differnt level of another ballgame...
Maybe I should try and distract myself with Masturbation!, are you fucking kidding? "I couldnt concentrate hard enough" pun intended...
Posting this at 14:51 pm.
Stay tuned for the sound of an idiot writhing in hysterical hypertension with a touch of Tourets, I got up at 2,35am, and have been mildly frantic since, which is now building into a crescendo of manic proportions, let me take a shit and postulate on my tiny fate...
Later patrons... '~'
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