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2004-01-08 || 9:02 a.m. || 11,609 minutes and counting. || terribly terribly excited, which makes my head want to boil everything down to math. eight days. 193 hours and 32 minutes, approximately. a week from now there will still be too much time to calculate, and i'll be standing in line at lunch time crunching numbers down to the second (RIP calculator watch, you would come so in handy right now.). tomorrow will make it a clean seven days, a complete week, and i will be able to easily imagine seven boxes lined up with their numbers floating around within them, january 9 january 10 january 11 january 12 january 13 january 14 january 15 - i am holding my breath here, feeling a little queasy - january 16. on january 16, in approximately 11,609 minutes, i will be standing in the airport, on tiptoe most likely, trying to pick out from the bobbing heads making their way past security and potted plant my boyfriend (official label of boyfriend is a new thing. i haven't seen him in real life since he adopted said label. it's all been relationship by phone, at lunch times, at bar closings, at 3:30am my time and 6:30am his time when he has just gotten home and his voice is muffled by blankets and neglected movies on video). he will smell like brooklyn and sleep and his hair will stick up on the side (having insisted on a window seat. having taken advantage of the pillows.) and he'll wave almost nonchalantly and i will kiss him passionately and finally stop having to count. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |