4 Days

I am going to see Mick Jagger on Saturday.

GAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am going to die, from the sheer glory of it all. I'm running around the house, hyperventilating, worrying, I've got a zit on my cheek the size of Alaska, I have no idea what I'm going to wear. It's fantastic! I love it, all the fretting and nail-biting and being happy.

Never take happiness for granted. It's so elusive and uncontrollable. I am wringing every drop of bliss that I can from this, what else can I do? It will be gone soon.

I'm learning to appreciate things.

CrystalLite176: but even worse ... if WE SEE HIM ...... i'll just crumble.
Closer To Regret: I'll die. I know it.
CrystalLite176: like those girls in the beatles movies.
Closer To Regret: I know!
Closer To Regret: What a mess that would be. I hope I don't.
CrystalLite176: i will i just know it! i'll scream and crumble and just cry!! and cling to him, if i actually get close enough. i know. i won't let go!
CrystalLite176: it would be AWFUL
Closer To Regret: But....what else could you do? It's like.....if that happens, for the moment you're no longer in control of yourself.
CrystalLite176: i know. it's not your fault! it's HIS, darn it!!