It is a bare necessity that I simmer the fuck down.
I'm not sure whether it's my insane lack of sleep or the fact that Knight hasn't really made an effort to contact me, but I am not really in a good mood.
Don't get me wrong - I was over the moon, floating on Cloud 9, at first and singing "I gotta pocket gotta pocket fulla sunshine" at the top of my lungs (in public, because that's how we roll...). But then Awesome reminded me that I don't gotta pocket fulla sunshine - Knight hasn't called.
I'm aware I sound like a whiny 30 year old simpering and asking WHY HASN'T HE CALLED?! But, hey, it's a valid question.
In all of the many rom-coms I have read, the guy always end up with the girl and there is an adorable proclamation of love which is rather tear-jerking. The end.
But...what happens after the Happily Ever After? Did Elizabeth Bennet spend lightyears waiting for her Darcy to appear on his horse-and-carriage and take her out?
But, hey-ho c'est la vie!
It's really not that big a deal - it just feels like a big deal because of the foul mood I am in which has been caused by my lack of sleep. All-nighters are torture.
And on that note
Adieu chums xxx