i m nervous and upset because this girl i ve never met i get to meet tonight at eight i m taking her to dinner at a charming old cafe but who can eat tonight at eight it s early in the morning and our date is not till eight o clock tonight and yet already i can see what a nightmare this whole day will be i haven t slept a wink i only think of our approaching tete a tete tonight at eight i feel a combination of depression and elation what a state to wait till eight three more minutes two more seconds ten more hours to go in spite of what i ve written she may not be very smitten and my hopes perhaps may all collapse kaput tonight at eight i wish i knew exactly how i ll act and what will happen when we dine tonight at eight i know i ll drop the silverware but will i spill the water or the wine tonight at eight tonight i ll walk right up and sit right down beside the smartest girl in town and then it s anybody s guess more and more i m breathing less and less in my imagination i can hear our conversation taking shape tonight at eight i ll sit there saying absolutely nothing or i ll jabber like an ape tonight at eight two more minutes three more seconds ten more hours to go i ll know when this is done if something s ended or begun and if it goes alright who knows i might propose tonight at eight 
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