I’d say that’s the state I’m in, but I don’t think a buzzy tummy and nervous tittering are allowed in said-suspension.
Ever since I finished my application for grad school, the literary parts of my brain have been hovering over words-on-paper like a skittish chopper pilot coming in for his last landing.
Maybe that accounts for the buzzy belly?
I don’t have butterflies.
I’ve got a skitzy Boeing Chinook in my gut.
Of course, I do.