Overall, I just feel really stressed and anxious right now. I've done this several times before, so it shouldn't be anything different, but that thought doesn't help any. Once I get on the train and we start to move away from Chatham and it sinks in a bit, I might be able to let out one all-encompassing sigh, but for the moment, I'm just doing what I can to deal with that. The rest of last night went pretty decently - I talked with Dan for a bit, then Squeeze when she got home. I told myself I'd head out to 7-11 at 3:00 for some more nachos and a couple other treats, but my brain decided I'd be better off going around collecting as many of my things to pack as possible then, so it wasn't until ~4:30 that I actually set out. The guy there (the same one as before) even said "You're late!", and I briefly contemplated telling him what was going on, but went over to look at the sandwiches instead, and missed my opportunity.
On that abrupt note, I should be getting ready to head off to work now though. I need to remember the cookies that are down in the basement fridge, but I remember they're there to mention them, so I think I wouldn't leave them behind. I really hope being outside / at work helps with the way I feel though. I know it's only temporary, but that doesn't help the unpleasantness...
