"How was it bud?"
"Were you tired on the way home?"
"Did you fall asleep on the bus on the way home?"
"Then what is this a picture of?"
--Teacher had texted me a pic of him snoozing on the bus--
"What are you doing in the picture?"
So. By that logic, I will say that currently, in the wake of the big move:
I am not grieving.
I am not scared.
I am not excited, as well.
Who can resist the logic of a Chinese cutie in a Fedora?
Who, btw, wrote this recently:
Is it just me, or does this say, "I play soccer, wtf, my bruises"