late night delirium

Aren't you glad that I'm back blogging in all of my positive and optimistic glory?!

This is my last ditch effort to procrastinate packing a little more...or more like, take things out of one bag only to put them in another. Don't get me wrong...I am glad to go...but one more day of sleep would be nice before the craziness starts. And I'm getting the whole new-job jitters. What if they don't like me? What if I suck at my job? What if I don't like them? I guess my answer to all of these remains the same that it has for a couple of years now...it only lasts for 2 months...and then I'm gone! Ah, the beauty of temporary work! So really I shouldn't worry...but I do!

I've crammed way to much stuff (yes...I am an overpacker) into two bags and hoping that one of them holds through the trip. I'm afraid with one more hard throw onto the plane that it won't be able to withstand the impact and the bag will rip apart and my underwear will fly through the air and land on the tarmac for all to see. It IS a valid fear...really.

...and it's late...and I'm tired...and no one is calling me back...and stream-of-consciousness writing is not so entertaining...so I'm going to go. Hopefully I'll see some of you in DC...