my countdown is almost over.
except it's not all confetti-spewing, loud cheering and fireworks exploding.
like a ticking time bomb, would be a more accurate description.
except i'm not gonna explode.
but the feeling before it explodes is kind of the same.
but i'll soon be dead.
so this metaphor isn't too far off is it?
and is it even a metaphor?

sunday mornings without church, late mornings and sleep-crusted swollen eyes is not good at all.
i shall go brush my teeth now.