i'm leaving in five minutes to pick up shawna at the airport. the cat will be out of the bag. the riddle will be solved and the anticipation will turn into nervousness. sweaty, nautious nervousness. i will not be myself. how can you be yourself when you can feel the blood moving through your veins. it actually kinda tickles. anyway, this is it. i would/could ask the traditional questions that one asks in a situation like this, but i've already been asking them for close to a year now, so now it's just answer time. and with that, off i go.