galadrion

Less than twelve hours to go now - man, I'm getting jittery. Nerves acting up, stomach's protesting... "All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go". Sitting on go is more like it. I'm going to have to take my shower tonight - if I don't relax some, I may as well leave now: I'm so keyed up right now I couldn't get to sleep with tranquilizers. And if I don't get some sleep before hitting the road... well, that's not going to happen.

Sheesh. Whatever happened to the care-free, happy-go-lucky globetrotter I used to be? I never used to get this uptight. Travelling used to be just something else to do, a part of life. Sure, it was fun, but nothing to get this hyped about.

The only thing I can think of is the people at the other end of the line. That's got to be it. All these people I've been waiting three, four months to meet... That's got to be what's got me chasing my tail.

I can't wait. And that's what's driving me nuts...