It's hard to be the one who stays.
Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?
--Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife
Lately my words seem to translate better on paper, which is why this blog has been near comatose.
Today, while wanting to leave 2 certain people alone at the table, I came up with the wittiest excuse, ever.
'Me: I...have to go scratch myself.'
Oh, and Flora thinks I blow bubble gum like a frog, cracked me and my bubblegum everytime Sam and her laughed at that. But it was fun, passing time during Conb tutorial by blowing bubbles.
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