I know who you are, but what am I?

After what seemed to be an endless cycle of ups and downs and hair-pulling all-arounds, the time of judgement has come, and despite having had the shocking (and inevitable :x) bout of freakish nerves just the night before, the prospect of finally coming to terms with what has lain dormant for the past 6 months has nonetheless incited the swarm of butterflies in my stomach to riot.

Am I nervous? Sure. Apprehensive? Damn straight. Excited? Uh-huh. Hopeful? Yes. Naive? Hell yes. Think what you will (I know you will), but wish me luck, and understand that this is what I have to do.

With any luck I'll be able to check in from time to time over in SF, and my trusty auto-roam ought to still be in service should I be urgently required (or simply to see how I'm doing... hint, hint).

And that is all there is to say on the matter; so I bid you adieu, mes fr�res, adieu. Updates (and hopefully answers) on the 22nd.

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You've given up on relationships, but you still believe in true love. And the pain of never having found it, is unbearable.