I keep rehearsing what our conversation is going to be when I see you on Thursday. How I'm going to start. What I'll say, what your response will be. But, I know it will never happen like that, will it? It never does. No matter how well I try to plan it.
I've got some of it written down, but I know if you respond with something different, I'll freeze up and blank out. I won't say half of what I want to. Thursday's anxiety is going to be off the charts.