v is trying not to be too frustrated with the following: lack of access (both physically and digitally) to do what needs to be done, lack of keys, lack of codes, lack of unjittery nerves.
v is looking forward to: the evening of friday, september ninth; tomorrow at noon, the end of december.
v is thinking about letting go of what she cannot control and simply heading off to bed to get some rest and listen to some 'wait wait...don't tell me!'
v is finished writing about herself in third person. g'night all.