Man is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro;
He bustles about, but only in vain;
he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will get it.
But now, Lord, what do I look for?
My hope is in You.
Eeeeeeee! My new bike is coming on Friday! Eeeeeeee!
*Bounces up and down*
I just talked to the shop — the bike is there now, in one of their stands, being built even as I type — and the guy there described it as very cool-looking (which, as we all know, is the really important thing). Imagine lots of exclamation points and dorky huge grins, etc. He said I could come see it if I wanted, but I think I’ll have to wait or else explode from excessive enthusiasm.
I wish today was Friday!