Yo. My tazo tea bag is a fortune teller. How did my tea know that Thursday is the day I get to Durban? Yes people. I have reached such a level of nerves/anxiety/excitement/delirium that I am starting to think things like "How did my tea know that Thursday is the day I get to Durban?"
My bed is covered with clothes. My mind is full of to-do lists. My economy-size bottle of Advil is getting emptier by the hour.
dreaming (of days that involve wearing these clothes, not packing them)...