17 More Days. And I Won't Wish Them Away.

I will sprawl across the whole bed, the whole couch. And stretch.
I will watch girly movies a lot.
I will neglect hair removal.
I will throw my dirty clothes on the floor.

I will not live in the future.
Even if the future seems like heaven.

Today is a beautiful day. I wish Nick was here, and I probably will tell him so in a very long phone conversation tonight. But I will also tell me about all the nice moments of today that I didn't waste.

17 more days until Nick get here, and I won't sleep/wish/will them away.
'Cause the present is pretty damn fine.