There's a lot to do, which is a good thing.
I'm in a miserable mood, which is not so good.
I stayed later than I meant to at school, and just as I looked up, a grey Disco went past the window.... I waited for the horn to toot, and even as I grabbed my stuff and started to hurry to the door I knew it wouldn't come. Because it wasn't him.
All day I've known that, in theory, he wouldn't come.
The reality of it........ is crap.