THE TIME HAS COME OMG

Time flies, people. Oh, does it ever. So, long story short, I am leaving for Toronto TOMORROW. I am also currently in a state of mild travel-panic, even though I pretty much have everything ready (I checked the flight details, arranged for the airline to notify me in case anything changes, thought over which clothes I am going to pack etc.etc.etc.). I just get that way before every trip - especially if I am the one in charge of getting somewhere on time, so to speak. I am constantly afraid that something will happen to prevent me from accomplishing this, that time will slip away from me somehow, that I will forget something important and have to go back to get it etc.etc.etc. Even though that never happens, because I am far too anal not to check everything ten thousand times over... lol. I actually think that this frantic running back and forth imagining I have overlooked something might be taking me more time that anything else - but feeling too relaxed and confident isn't good either, because that's when I start doing things really slowly, and then all of a sudden it's much, much later than it should be.;) Why do you think I'm usually late for work? even though I usually have 'plenty of time' when I wake up in the morning?... Time is a very subjective concept for me.:) I've struggled with it since I can remember. I'm always either late for something, or much too early, because I was too scared that I would be late (in the case of travel, it's mostly the latter; which is a good thing, I guess...;P). Neurotic much? *sigh*

And, of course, the more I WANT to go somewhere, the worse it gets - so, in this case, I'm positively maniacal.:P All the glowing reviews for EP I've been reading over the last few weeks (Mortensen tour de force and the like) are quite enough in themselves to make me swoon with anticipation; and the thought that we actually have tickets for the gala (thanks again, namarie120!!!) is almost too much. *flips over*

Oh well. One thing at a time. For now, let's concentrate on getting there. I'm going to worry about my sanity later.:P

In other news, I lost 3lbs with Weight Watchers. In two weeks, since last week's meeting was cancelled and we didn't get weighed then. I know it isn't much; but it is something (more than I expected, to be honest), and it tells me that the program actually works. I'm probably going to gain it back during the trip, but that's OK; after I return, I will lose it again, because now I know I can do it. There's no hurry - at some point (by the end of this year, hopefully) I am going to become the new, slimmer, healthier person.:) It's not like Viggo will care much either way if he happens to notice me three days from now.:P

(EDIT: akashaelfwitch is a darling and will drive me to the airport. I'm feeling much, much calmer now. *deep sigh*)