Time

Time is not passing as fast as I would like.  It has been 45 hours doesn't seem so long on paper, but holy cow.  I want it to end, to be over, to rejoice again.  It is weird how poetic being vague is.  I really hope that my letter gets to it's destination on time.

In other news, Backpack Steve may have something wonderful in his future.  I am not at liberty to go too far into details, but if all goes according to plans, and he's not a total idiot, I think he will be very happy with the outcome.  I don't think he has any idea what is happening right under his feet though.  Kinda wish I could be there to see the look on his face when everything comes out in the open.  Mwahaha...