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 til eight o'clock tonight and already i can see what a nightmare this whole day will be. I haven't slept a wink. I only think about her approaching tet a tet 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 all I've written she may not be very smitten and my hopes, perhaps, may all collapse - kapoot 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 see 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 has ended or begun and if it goes alright who knows, I might propose tonight at eight.