it is the expected time for me to be done with ....things. memories of that all night arcade event have increased their recurring frequencies. laser tag run-ins that make me blush; it was a spectacularly awkward time.
anywhats, i have a transitioning ceremony event of sorts to deal with in a few hours. i am no more excited than i am anxious and nauseous, which is a fair amount considering the stress and depression settling like heavy anchors in the pit of my belly.