I just wiped out my bank account for a 6-day trip to Portugal
you should see my face right now.
come si dice? nervous wreck.
until this very second, reviewing our RSVP list, I didn’t put two and two together that I’d be speaking in front of probably 100 people tomorrow.
warning: to IRL friends who may be seeing me over the next 11 days
tomorrow is a big day.
Tuesday is an even bigger day.
the 17th is the best day.
if you try contacting me in any way and I don’t reply or give you a short answer or seem snarky, it’s because I’m on edge and just want to get through the next 11 days without dumb shit in the way. so asking me stupid little questions really won’t help, especially if they’re not an emergency.
I’ll try my best to not be a crazy person over the next week or so, but if you’ve seen me lately, you know it’s probably not possible.
anyway, just wanted to give you a heads up whether you care or not.
“With so many choices it’s necessary to filter out all of the noise, otherwise we face information overload, which can be very overwhelming.”
— Meet, Plan, Go speaks to me today
9 days til quarter-life crisis. 18 days til quarter-life crisis escape.
I just realized HOW MUCH I HAVE TO DO in the next 2 weeks before I flee the country. and I maybe JUST MAYBE am losing my mind in the process.
words of encouragement, food, and co-working appointments are now welcome.
trying to calm my jitters.
officially breaking from work starting NOW.
going to enjoy tacos & thursday night television tonight.
will sleep in tomorrow morning & treat myself to a full yummy breakfast.
then apartment shopping & lounging the rest of the weekend.
PACK YER BAGS, CUZ YER BOOKED.
well, Barcelona is. after about an hour or so of serious STRESS CITY i recruited some travel geeks to help me book a hostel in Barcelona. I FUCKING DID IT! finally! hopefully this “mixed dorm” thing doesn’t fail me. please God just let this go well for me.
now off to book Madrid hostels.