danaeris | The contradictory day

The phone rings, and I flail about in the darkness, trying to find it. As I knock object after object off the bedside table, it dawns on me that this probably isn't a call -- it is probably the alarm. I fumble anxiously for the phone just in case.

10:30. No excuse to sleep in; this puts me at a solid nine hours, and even I don't need more than that. Still, I lie here, painfully aware of my full bladder but unwilling to face the world. I may be near to bursting, but as soon as I get out of bed I have to face the world. Better to lie here a little longer, put it off a little longer. Even if I am profoundly uncomfortable.

Twenty minutes pass before I finally roll out of bed. I don't want to open the laptop up and see what there is to see. I'm convinced that like yesterday morning, I'll only see disappointment. And who needs more of that?

Eventually, with toast on my plate, I have no more excuses. So, I open it up, and watch with dread as the email loads.

...

Luckily, all the avoidance, all the dread, was for nothing. My inbox is full of relatively happy news. Yay for happy news!

Plans are set for tonight.

Meanwhile, PolyCamp registration is going very well. We've already outdone last year, and I'm hoping that we'll finish with a growth of at least 50 per cent.

*does the happy bouncing* Yay!