You know that feeling when you’re on a roller coaster and you get to the top of a big hill, and you’re hanging there for just a moment before the big plunge? I mean, you haven’t even started to fall, and you stomach is beginning its rush to your throat?
I’ve been like that for weeks now. I have no idea if I’m going to land on my feet or fall to my death.
Sorry. The metaphor just completely broke down there, didn’t it? Maybe I should have said “…when you’re about to jump out of an airplane…”, but I’ve never done that, so I don’t know the feeling. *sigh*
On an unrelated note, a woman killed herself just recently by stepping out in front of an oncoming commuter train. I suppose it’s a pretty good way to make sure you really do end up dead, dead, dead; but it sure as heck screws up the day for many thousands of people whose trains don’t show up because the whole system is blocked by the cleanup. Well, that and don’t expect an open casket. Perhaps a nice bucket instead.