Feeling: Blah

So, the anticipation is killing me. Big ol' chunk of me just wants to get this done with and go. In large part, I'm starting to get anxiety over it not happening, and all this preparation and telling everyone that I am going suddenly getting flipped and people wonder why I'm still around. That's a sort of embarassment that I've never been good with, but it seems to occur to me frequently, making me even more gun-shy about it.

Took forever to fall asleep last night, worrying about preparations, worrying about working out more, that sort of thing. My writing is in the shitter, feeling uncreative and lethargic, all sorts of depressed type feelings.

Whine.

Bitch.

Moan.

On top of it all, no one has said anything about the story that I posted a week ago, so fie on y'all. :P