Its less than 8 hours to go at this point. Thank God for the drugs otherwise I'm fairly certain I would not have slept last night. Right now, I don't really know what I feel. Tired. Anxious. Terrified. I'm not throwing up out of anxiety...yet, but I'm also not eating yet. It's funny, I thought maybe I'd be more worked up than I am. But I also have had my morning Xanax and am intentionally not thinking too much about it. I have no idea how I'm going to feel one way or the other.
Ok well I'm doing laundry and cleaning my apartment so that Jaimee and Elizabeth don't arrive to find me buried in weeks of crap due to anxiety. Thank God for an in-apartment washer and dryer. I swear I'd never get laundry done otherwise.
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