|sent from: London, UK. destination: Madison, Wisconsin, USA|
As a child realising that bedtime is approaching, or that sitting quietly in the corner wont get you out of having to go to Mass, so I await with no small amount of dread the return to work tomorrow. I’m sure it’ll be fine, that people will be nice. I might even enjoy it. But in truth, I just want to be home with Maria doing fab things, traveling the world, having fun with my cat. That sounds terribly infantile I suppose. When do I start to stomp my feet and yell I WONT I WONT I WONT!!!?