Friday, January 28

day 10284: on the block

I feel my insides turning themselves inside out. I can’t think. I can’t work. My mouth is dry, my nerves are completely shot, and all my instincts are telling me to go home, crawl into bed and pray for it to be tomorrow instead of today.

In less than 12 hours, I’m going to be sold to the highest bidder.

What possessed me to agree to this? What on earth possessed me to champion it as a “great fundraising idea?” What the HECK was I thinking?

I don’t know…

I can’t remember…

All I can think of right now is standing on stage in front of 525 people, humbled and hoping that someone out there will bid for me and that the person I want to bid on me will fork out the $$ to win… a date with me…

My mother is going to be there. Triscuit’s mother and grandmother are going to be there. Serious Boy is going to be there. I’m terrified that someone will say something or someone will let something slip. So many people’s feelings involved. So many people to consider…

Somebody hold me… please… I think I’m about to breakdown…

1 comment:

fruitsyrup said...

I'm sure someone would! Dont worry!