I am currently kicking myself for the timing of writing this post.
I have 2 days to finish the most important work of my degree and, as always, I have found something else to distract me.
However, what I am about to say needs documenting.
This weekend is meant to be the end of my stress.
I have booked time off work and I just want to be free.
However, this is what's in store.
Paul goes away next week.
Not just for 1 night or even for a weekend.
No, a week!
It may not seem a lot to most people but it is one of the scariest things I have ever had to wait for.
He goes away with uni, to a racing event, driving a car they have built.
He does not know if he can keep in touch at all.
He is sharing a tent with people I barely know.
He will be going out drinking and wandering around a foreign place, and can't let me know he's alright.
So yeah, I'm terrified.
That girl is going as well........
That girl who is in a relationship with one of his class members but I still don't trust within 100 feet of Paul.
:(
If something happens, I can't say I don't expect it.
Just being mildly hopeful I think is the correct expression.
I want to be put into a coma until he comes back.... but I don't think the doctors will see that as a valid use of anesthetic.
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