Oct 22, 2003 23:18
There really shouldn't be any reason I want to crawl into bed and cry right now. I'm hopping a plane tomorrow to go to Miami and see one of my closest friends, and that's exciting. In fact, I'm overjoyed about going and seeing her in a place that I've never been before.
But I also, for no one reason in particular, want to dissolve. As happy as I am about this vacation, I'm getting kind of nervous about it, and I'm having those self-doubt pangs. I'm feeling sort of ugly, which can only mean that I don't want to do anything except lock the door and pray I look better tomorrow. God, I'm stupid. I really shouldn't be feeling like that anymore. Letting progress crumble isn't such a good thing.
PB stopped by a short while ago to drop off my umbrella and say goodbye. Yeah, I hate saying goodbye. That's really all there is to say about that. It'll be really good to see him on Sunday night, though.
I'm ridiculously hungry, but the pizza place isn't answering for some God forsaken reason. And I needed to break a $20 before I leave tomorrow, but...well, looks like that's not going to happen because of pizza.
These are all such minor complaints, and I really shouldn't be letting them get to me so much. What I should be doing is finding something to eat, then going to bed.
I have that awful feeling that I'm going to forget something important.