Fly away

So I had to buy a return ticket fast as balls before I could check in. Extremely fucking happy that I got my tax returns so I could. Extremely fucking happy that I live in the future and can buy tickets for international travel from my phone, in ten minutes, standing by the check in desk. 

I saw Joe Labero, a Swedish show magician, on the airport. Very exciting. 

And what is the deal with angry birds? Oh my gods. So sick of seeing those stupid toys and crap everywhere. 

My flight to Reykjavik leaves in twenty minutes. Why aren't we boarding?

I'm so excited

Standing on the gas station waiting to pay for the gas for the van. In twenty four hours I'll be on the plane! I don't feel stressed anymore. Just happy. Although I have lots of stuff to do today, I have to get meds, get my computer, pay bills and most important meet as many friends as possible!

And then I'll be with my wonderful boyfriend! I'll be flying for sixteen hours but I'll land after nine. Pretty nuts! 

Let's play a game

It's called "ulcer or migraine?" and it is played to find out what it is that makes me nauseated. The pain in my head or in my gut? Exciting for the whole family. Breaks the ice at parties. 

I'm curled up in my bed right now. Not finished, not even remotely. Should have been out yesterday. Feel like - yeah, I've said it before - a failure. 

A failure in pain. Massive pain. 

Fall apart

It's evening. Pretty late. I'm not finished at all. 

I'm one inch from breaking down, crying. In fetal position. 

The fact that I had nothing but two sandwiches today probably doesn't help. 

Fffffffffff

I'm going nuts. Crazy nuts. 

WHY have I not gotten my license yet? I feel like a total failure. 

Stab my own eyes out with a rusty spoon-panic.

It's late

I want to spam my boyfriend with emo texts but I know he's having fun and I don't want to put my crap on him. 

But yeah. Emo as fuck. My brain hurts. There is too much. Just too much. 

Six days

I'm getting nervous now. Stress and nerves. And fear. 

What if it doesn't work? What if the man I love is a jerk? 

It's Saturday night and I got so much left to do and I just want to cry.