My stomach is churning with anxiety. I should be done packing by now for tomorrow. I'm going to have fun. I know I will. I always usually do. It's all the worry before that bugs the shit out of me. I get physically sick before social events. In the words of my coworker Dan, "You're nervous to have fun?!" I know, it doesn't make sense. It's been this way since I was little though. I hate it. I feel abnormal because of it. I mean, I couldn't spend the night at someone's house until I was fifteen. And it always embarrassed me. I'd make up excuses not to go and many could see through my lies. Easily.
I should get some sleep. And stop obsessing over the fact that I'm going to forget something.
Goodnight. My next few blogs are going to be from my cell phone since I won't be home through Wednesday.
18. Aspiring Writer. Book Devourer. Full-Time Nerd. Disregard my obsession with TMI Series, Ke$ha, keys and glitter. I'm totally normal. x]
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