If I was going to be this fucking dumb,
what the hell was even the point in waking up today?
I laugh at myself,
only because if I don't I'll realize the levity of my actions
and either start bawling or slapping myself across the head with devastating left hands.
I waited for the day... I waited for the day to come.
And now that it's here, I find it a malnourshed whelp compared to the supercharged uber-mann it should be.
Today?
Why today?
A day when I'm legally brain-dead and look like hell
a day when I have no courage and less self esteem...
that's the day you pick to come and talk to me.
I don't know what the hell you were thinking...
but from the first (or would that be second) impression that I must have made on you today, well...
ouch.
But... well...
one more chance.
Give me one more chance (maybe two, two would be good)
when I'm prepared, and maybe then I won't get tongue-tied
by your gleaming dark beauty.
One more chance and I promise I'll be prepared
and dammit...
you'll be impressed.
No foolin', it's a damned guarantee.
I won't be caught off-gaurd again.
Unless, of course,
you don't feel like giving me
one more chance.

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