Walking into something which feels a bit like the coyote and road runner... I'll probably end up hanging over a cliff

I'm not entirely sure what I'm walking into today. It could be a pistol whipping gun show or possibly a sappy romantic comedy, or maybe a firework show so glorious that the oohs and aahs play accompaniment to the bangs. Or maybe I'm walking into a deafening silence and my heart will beat it's rhythm so loud and fierce that words won't be needed. I guess any way it seems to happen, I'm going.