Eleven hours
May. 26th, 2011 04:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceMy package was put on the truck for delivery - in this very town - eleven hours ago. I'm still waiting.
I've reached that point now where I can't do anything else but wait. I have read the internets and tried to work, but now I'm just giving up. And staring out of the window, mostly. Trying to imagine a brown truck into existence. Alas, my faith is not strong enough. Or the vehicle's been raptured. Maybe that was Harold Camping's mistake? He thought it would be us, but actually not. Jesus came to save the cars.
EtA: also, my head hurts. Tense, moi? I have drunk sencha, and that didn't shift it. I shall take medications, and sulk a lot.
I've reached that point now where I can't do anything else but wait. I have read the internets and tried to work, but now I'm just giving up. And staring out of the window, mostly. Trying to imagine a brown truck into existence. Alas, my faith is not strong enough. Or the vehicle's been raptured. Maybe that was Harold Camping's mistake? He thought it would be us, but actually not. Jesus came to save the cars.
EtA: also, my head hurts. Tense, moi? I have drunk sencha, and that didn't shift it. I shall take medications, and sulk a lot.