it feels like the flurry of first year
when anticipation, excitement and doubt clouds your senses.

it's almost deja vu
when you again get an email that throws you off balance, disturbs your perfectly balanced, little all-at-one-with-the-world universe.

and you're stuck, again, glued to the computer screen, yelling from one end of the room
for your mother to come and read this.

it's an 'i could' measured with a helluva of a mess of details to figure out.